A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

As soon as the man in the car appeared, Su Man'er's smiling face immediately darkened, and her tone became indifferent: "Manager Fang, it's you."

"Hehe, it's me, isn't it? Living in a slum like Portland Street, it's really not easy to find you." Manager Fang pushed open the car door and stepped out.

"What business do you have with me? I'm no longer your subordinate, Manager Fang. You have no right to boss me around anymore, do you?" Su Man'er said expressionlessly.

Gu Feng immediately understood – this middle-aged man was Su Man'er's former boss.

That's right, the person who came was Fang Yangjie.

"Hehe, Su, even though you're no longer with the company, what I said still stands. So, have you thought it through? As long as you nod your head, you can not only return to the company immediately, but also take up the position of assistant manager right away. In addition, all the conditions I promised before will remain the same." Fang Yangjie's eyes were glued to Su Man'er.

That lecherous look in his eyes, coupled with that condescending tone, made Gu Feng's blood boil. But he still suppressed his anger and asked, "Sister, what does he want you to promise?"

"He wanted me to be his mistress, offering 300,000 yuan a month. I refused, and he fired me," Su Man'er said bitterly.

Fang Yangjie had sharp ears and overheard their whispered conversation. He immediately seized the opportunity, sat down next to Su Man'er, and put on a pained and earnest expression.

"Xiao Su, 300,000 a month, that's 10,000 a day, that's really not a small amount. Think about it, with your previous salary of two or three thousand a month, you'd have to work for ten years without eating or drinking to earn 300,000. And think about it, even a hostess would have to see how many customers a day to earn 10,000?"

Scumbags are everywhere, and this is a perfect example. No wonder Su Man'er cried so bitterly when she got home that day; it was all thanks to this hypocritical, beastly fellow.

Gu Feng's anger flared up instantly. But then he thought, wouldn't arguing with this kind of person just raise his own status, just as Ding Hanhan said?

He glanced to the left and right and bumped into his fourth brother, who was staring at him expectantly. An idea struck him, so he stood up and said to Su Man'er, "Sister, you chat with Manager Fang for a while, I'll go get two more dishes."

Su Man'er's face turned pale instantly, and she felt so bitter that she wanted to sing: "I am the one who loves you the most, how can you bear to see me sad? When I needed you the most, you just said a few words and left."

Fang Yangjie was overjoyed and said to Su Man'er with a fawning smile, "Little Su, is this your younger brother? Hmm, he's really good-looking, handsome, and knows how to read the room. He has a bright future ahead of him."

This is a secret that everyone on Earth knows, why do you need to nag me? Su Man'er spat at him in her heart, turned her face away and couldn't be bothered to pay him any more attention.

Fourth Brother's gaze was fixed on Gu Feng the entire time, looking exactly like a lapdog waiting for its master to throw it a bone.

As soon as Gu Feng entered, he clearly saw Gu Feng wink at him.

At first, he thought it was his imagination, but when he came to his senses, he was overjoyed and quickly followed them inside without making a sound.

"Ah Si, did you see that person?" Gu Feng went into the back room of the food stall and quietly nodded his chin towards Manager Fang, who was next to Su Man'er.

"I saw it." Fourth Brother had eyes in all directions and ears in all directions. He had taken in every single thing that had happened at that table.

The moment Feng Shao summoned him, he could guess what he was supposed to do.

Fourth Brother is a gangster, but he's more ethical than any businessman; he never does anything that doesn't benefit him.

But even though he knew this task was thankless and arduous, he had no choice but to do it.

Not to mention that his own life was still in Gu Feng's hands, just based on Gu Feng's relationship with the Ding family, he was willing to stab others in the back.

"Young Master Feng, that guy made you unhappy, didn't he? I knew it. Damn it, trying to keep Sister Su for 300,000? That's too stingy. Sister Su is worth far more than 300,000..." Fourth Brother was speaking enthusiastically when he noticed Gu Feng's face growing colder and his heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly changed his tune, "I'll take some men right now and beat him up. Cripple him hand and foot. Trying to keep a woman? Hmph, I'd better send him to the hospital for a bandage."

"Sigh, Ah Si, why are you still like this? Always fighting and killing, you have no skill at all." Gu Feng shook his head lightly.

"Huh?" Fourth Brother was completely dumbfounded. Could it be that Young Master Feng wanted to play something more technically challenging today?

"Come closer," Gu Feng beckoned to him with his finger.

Fourth Brother quickly pressed his ear to the side.

After hearing Gu Feng's words, Fourth Brother nodded repeatedly and was about to turn around and do it when Gu Feng beckoned to him with his finger.

This time, Gu Feng didn't say anything more, but simply raised his hand and gave him a sharp tap on the forehead: "Ah Si, Ah Si, even a hooligan should have culture, and a scoundrel should have taste. I've always admired your style, but why are you, a grown man, wearing perfume like a woman?"

"Uh... Young Master Feng, I'll change, I'll definitely change." Fourth Brother replied repeatedly, looking embarrassed.

"Go on." Gu Feng waved his hand impatiently, then turned back to say a few words to the food stall owner before leisurely returning to his own table.

Su Man'er glared at him with a hint of resentment, her meaning crystal clear—how dare you leave at a time like this? Gu Feng smiled at her, "Sister, why aren't you eating?"

"I'm so angry I'm full, what's the point of eating?" Su Man'er said sullenly.

"Why are you so angry, sis? It's not worth punishing yourself for someone else's mistake. Here, have some." Gu Feng ladled out a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice and handed it to her, winking at her.

Su Man'er was amused by his strange appearance, but couldn't manage to laugh. She continued to sulk, "I'm not eating anymore. I'm on a diet."

"Sis, if you don't eat your fill, how will you have the energy to lose weight?" Gu Feng said seriously.

With a "pfft," Su Man'er finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

Fang Yangjie was left standing there like he was invisible, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. He couldn't help but wonder: "I thought this kid was sensible just a moment ago, but he's become so ungrateful in the blink of an eye? You should be going home now so I can be alone with your sister. If your sister lets me off the hook this once, I might even give you a hundred or two as a little pocket money for this 'little brother-in-law'."

Just then, a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old walked over from the other side of the street, swayed to the front of the car, looked left and right, as if he had never seen a car before.

"Hey, what are you looking at? You poor bastard, have you never seen a car before? This car of mine is worth over two hundred thousand. Can you afford to pay for it if you damage it!" Fang Yangjie immediately started yelling, finally finding an excuse to show off and vent his anger.

He thought that yelling at the child would make him leave, but to his surprise, the child not only didn't leave, but instead asked in a clear voice, "Uncle, why did you park your car on the sidewalk?"

"I can park wherever I want, it's none of your business, get lost!" Fang Yangjie shouted, pointing at the child.

The child fell silent, clearly afraid of him, and turned to leave. However, he remained very close to the car as he walked away. Just as he passed, Fang Yangjie heard a screeching sound of scraping against the car.

"You bastard, what are you doing!"

Fang Yangjie realized something was wrong and sprang up and rushed over.

Upon closer inspection, his brand-new car, which had less than 100 kilometers on the odometer, already had several shocking "bloodstains" on the door.

Fang Yangjie flew into a rage, grabbed the child by the collar, and raised his hand to slap him. But before the slap could land, the child covered his face and burst into tears.

The wailing was deafening, drawing the attention of passersby—they hadn't seen what had just happened, but now they saw it clearly: a well-dressed man was grabbing a teenager by the collar with one hand, his other hand raised in mid-air, ready to slap him. Was he being violent towards a child?

The gazes of everyone on the street instantly turned into condemnation, with pointing fingers and whispers.