"Brother Li Wei," Gao Ping jumped up excitedly, the flesh on his face jiggling. "You really came?"
"Not happy to see me?" Li Wei said jokingly. "Should I leave then?"
"No, no, no! You're doing me a huge honor," Gao Ping said excitedly. "And... who is this?"
All eyes turned to the handsome white man climbing out of the Bugatti's ultra-low chassis.
"Hello, everyone," Sebastian said elegantly. "I'm Li Wei's slave. I'm here to accompany my master to the event."
The scene instantly fell silent.
Then, a few of the female international students broke into hushed giggles.
"He's joking," Li Wei shrugged. "This is Sebastian, a senior at Yale University. If any of you need private banking services at JPMorgan Chase, he's your guy."
The guys exchanged glances, and their estimation of Li Wei instantly rose to a new level.
'If the guy driving a Bugatti is joking about being Li Wei's slave, then Li Wei's status must be even higher than we imagined.'
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
