C252 The Irritable Ye Haitang

Chen Feng shook his head, well aware that the Maserati owner behind him was not someone to be taken lightly.

He could see it, and clearly, so could Ye Haitang.

It was evident that Ye Haitang was looking for trouble.

A minute later, the screech of brakes pierced the air.

The Maserati had made its entrance.

The yellow-haired young man was visibly frustrated