Ye Xiaofei and Fang Yunshu looked at each other and saw outrage reflected in each other's eyes.
Ye Xiaofei said faintly, "Ling'er, no wonder you hate this little fatty. Like father, like son. It's better to stay away from him in the future."
Fang Ling'er immediately blurted, "Yeah, I really hate them."
Little Fatty Wang's father was called Wang Enqiao. When he heard Ye Xiaofei's words, his eyes instantly flashed and he said, "Brat, do you know what I do for a living? I own three gyms. The money I earn in a day is more than what you can earn in a year. I'll give you a chance. Apologize to me now."
Ye Xiaofei shook his head scornfully and said, "Three lousy gyms? Tsk tsk, I was wondering how awesome it was. Let's say it's 10 million per gym; you only have 30 million. What's so great about that?"