Discarding the business card Ning Xiaofei handed over, Xicheng, carrying his guitar, walked out of the elevator.
This arrogant guy didn't even bother to move aside; he walked straight past Xiaofei's shoulder, bumping her to the side.
Ning Xiaofei cast a sideways glance at the business card falling to the ground, turned around, chased after him, and stretched out her arms to block his path.
"Mr. Xicheng, I know you don't like..."
His displeasure deepened as she blocked his way.
"Knowing I don't like it, you still come?"
"But our program is different, we aren't..."
Xicheng arrogantly interrupted her, "I'm not interested in knowing, nor do I want to participate."
"But you haven't even heard what I have to say..."
"I won't waste my time on an idiot like you." Xicheng raised his right hand and gestured gently to the approaching security guard, "She's a reporter."