Leng Xuan was taken aback and then realized that the other party was judging him for being poor, and as a general rule, he wasn’t supposed to be in that kind of high-end villa district. He wasn’t in the mood to care about these things and said indifferently, "Is every passenger supposed to answer these questions?"
The driver’s face turned awkward, he muttered something under his breath, and then said no more, concentrating on driving his car.
However, in his mind, Leng Xuan was reminiscing about Luo Shuixi’s eyes. He had thought that Luo Shuixi might also be a cultivation practitioner, but he couldn’t feel any flow of True Qi from her. Although he couldn’t sense Uncle Da Zhang’s True Qi either, that was only because Uncle Da Zhang’s cultivation level far surpassed his own. But Luo Shuixi looked like she was just a girl of seventeen or eighteen—how could she be so much stronger than him?
The more Leng Xuan thought about this, the more frustrated he became, and before he knew it, the car had stopped at the entrance of Imperial Scenery Garden.
He checked the meter, which came to 29.8 yuan. Leng Xuan gave the driver 30 yuan and then, with a pained expression, said, "Keep the change," and got out of the car. He could still hear the driver, in a very cheesy voice, say, "Keep the change. Geez, acting like losing twenty cents is like cutting off his own flesh!"
When Leng Xuan passed by the security booth, a guard saw his attire and frowned slightly, stopping him and asking, "Sir, may I ask who you are looking for?"
Leng Xuan replied, "I live inside."
A smirk appeared on the guard’s face, "Do you have a card then?"
"What card?"
"A Resident Card!"
"No."
"Then I am sorry, you can’t go in!" The guard’s face lost its smile as he said it with great airs.
Leng Xuan looked at him coolly. If the guard had been polite, he could have understood since it was his job, but why did he have to show contempt in his expression? The guard was earning at most two to three thousand yuan a month, so how could he be wealthier than him? This slightly angered Leng Xuan, who took out his phone and dialed Uncle Liu’s number: "Hello, Uncle Liu?"
"Ah, Leng Xuan, what’s up, is there a problem?"
"Nothing much, I just got out of school. The security guard said I don’t have a Resident Card and won’t let me in!"
"What? Give the phone to that guard!"
"Okay." Leng Xuan handed his shabby phone to the guard, "Please take the call."
The guard scowled, about to say ’I can’t be bothered,’ but under Leng Xuan’s piercing gaze, he felt inexplicably guilty and took the phone. No sooner had he said "Hello, who is this," he heard Uncle Liu on the other end say, "I am Liu Sanshui, you’re that guard with the last name Cheng, right?" Uncle Liu was truly impressive, identifying the guard’s identity with just three words.
The guard named Cheng was startled, almost dropping the phone. Of course, he knew who Liu Sanshui was. It was no joke, the steward for the CEO of Ling Corporation was not someone a mere security guard could afford to offend.
He had not expected that this poor-looking young man, who seemed like just another laborer, would actually be acquainted with Liu Sanshui. The guard named Cheng was regretting so much he felt sick to his stomach, sweating profusely as he said, "Ah, I... I didn’t realize it was Mr. Liu, yes, it’s me, little Cheng." Without waiting for Uncle Liu to speak further, he hurriedly said, "Mr. Liu, I was blind and couldn’t see Mt. Tai. I beg you not to be angry, I will let this young sir in right now, I’m sorry, so sorry..." He handed the phone back to Leng Xuan, with a face full of apologetic smiles, "I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were acquainted with Mr. Liu, if I had known earlier I would have..." Please favorite this book, Ji Wu gives thanks!