Luo Feng, To Be Observed
Editor: Atlas Studios
In this era, mobile phones were not touch-controlled big screens. The buttons alone took up more than half of the screen. The screen was not very big and was even a little small for someone Ai Zhaojiang's age.
He put on his reading glasses and focused on the display. He still felt a little blurry and couldn't see what Luo Feng looked like.
Professor Jing turned the volume up to the maximum.
The conversation between Luo Feng and the reporter sounded in the courtyard.
The more he listened, the uglier Ai Zhaojiang's expression became.
This kid's tongue was sharp and was not humble at all. He was far from what he had imagined!
"What does this Luo Feng's family do?" Ai Zhaojiang asked.
"An ordinary family."
"Hmph!" Ai Zhaojiang blew at his beard in disdain. "You glib-tongued brat. How can such a family be worthy of my granddaughter!"