Song Keming's companion was none other than Du Qingyu.
Following that, a Rolls-Royce pulled up in a distant parking space, and two people alighted from the back seat.
They were Song Zhengtao and Song Fan.
The crowd around them couldn't help but sigh upon seeing this.
The people from the Song Family had arrived.
This was the first time Song Zhengtao had laid eyes on Feng Lin.
But what was his status?
He merely glanced at Feng Lin before walking with Song Fan toward the estate.
Playing the heavy was still Song Keming's task.
After all, Song Fan walked the high-end path; he couldn't act like a spoiled heir and curse out Feng Lin.
"Where's security?"
Song Keming shouted to those around him.
In fact, everyone present felt like laughing when they saw Song Keming—a recent event had been suppressed.
But his preferences had already spread throughout Jiang City.
Before long, several tall men in black uniforms approached from a distance.