"Haha..."
Ye Chenfeng smiled. Although he didn't admit that he was a member of the Ye Family, there was one thing he had to acknowledge—the blood running through his veins was of the Divine Land.
He'd always been furious with this country in front of him, because they had pirated many things from the Divine Land, and now they even had the gall to play the victim.
Claiming that the Divine Land was plagiarizing and pirating their ideas—this was truly laughable.
They even prohibited people from the Divine Land from entering their venues to enjoy their fashion shows.
"Not only do I not have a ticket, but I also don't have any credentials. But do you believe that I can still get into your venue?" Ye Chenfeng put his hands in his pockets, surveying the staff of the Korean venue with contempt, as wild as ever.
One staff member snorted disdainfully, "Hmph, trying to enter the venue without a ticket or credentials is no different from going to other countries without a passport, is it?"
