In the face of the middle-aged man's questioning, Ye Feng calmly pointed at Zhao Fulin.
"My friend has rented a villa here. He has already paid the rent, but you guys suddenly went back on your word. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
The middle-aged man was a little displeased.
"You just want an explanation, don't you? Then I'll tell you clearly. That villa has been rented by my friend. If you guys want to rent it, come back tomorrow."
Zhao Fulin was a little angry. "Today is my girlfriend's birthday and you want me to come tomorrow? If your father dies today, can he be saved tomorrow?"
The middle-aged man immediately pointed at his nose and said, "You better watch your mouth. If you want to rent it, just wait. If you don't want to rent it, then get lost!"
How could Zhao Fulin endure this?
He was about to make a move when Ye Feng hurriedly stopped him and turned to look at the middle-aged man.