"Hello, Master Qin!"
The playful voice of Qin Fan had just fallen.
This group of young masters, usually unrestrained even in Shanghai's elite circles, seemed almost trained.
In unison, they bent at a ninety-degree angle and shouted towards Qin Fan.
Beside them.
Jiang Yino, who thought they were here to cause trouble, was stunned by the unfolding scene!
The sudden change in atmosphere left her completely bewildered!
If this had happened in Jinling, it would be understandable.
But this is Shanghai, after all!
Moreover, she hadn't heard Qin Fan mention he'd been to Shanghai before.
These young masters of evident stature suddenly showing up at a toll booth to bow and greet him left her utterly confused.
"What's going on?"
It wasn't just Jiang Yino; even Qin Fan seemed taken aback by what was happening.
Although he was sure they wouldn't dare trouble him, he hadn't anticipated such a display.
