Yue Feng nodded, "Oh!" and that was that.
That was just the kind of temperament Yue Feng had; he never chose friends based on status or ability. As long as the vibes were right, it didn't matter whether the other person was rich or poor; he was willing to make their acquaintance. For instance, when fishing in the rainforest, Yue Feng could even befriend the local boat captain.
As for Joe Smith, the impression he made on Yue Feng through his words and actions after meeting today was not very favorable. If there were no other factors, it was best to keep a respectful distance.
After lunch, around one-thirty in the afternoon, a stretched Lincoln sedan parked downstairs at Yue Feng's residence.
Zhang Lin, hearing the commotion, went downstairs to inquire and soon Yue Feng and Baby, both dressed in appropriate outfits, went downstairs and got into the car.
