"What the hell, is the Zheng Family going bankrupt or something? You're supposed to be a respectable family in West City, but look at this dump—this broken gate, this dusty ground... If you can't even clean up, you might as well just kill yourselves. This is so damn embarrassing!"
A very displeased voice rang out. Wang Tianshuang, clad in a white suit, waved a hand to brush away the dust in front of him as he slowly walked up to the group.
"Second Young Master Wang? What are you doing here?" Seeing Wang Tianshuang appear, Zheng Qingjie, who was also a young man, was the first to recognize him. A look of disbelief crossed his face as he asked the question instinctively.
As someone who also moved in the circles of the second-generation elite, Zheng Qingjie's status wasn't high enough to hang out with Wang Tianshuang. Still, they all knew of scions of his caliber.
Wang Tianshuang, however, wouldn't necessarily know them.
