"Young man, you shouldn't be so sure. Some things just aren't up to you!"
After hearing Connor's words, a trace of anger flashed across John's face as he said to Connor coldly.
"My legs belong to me. If I want to leave, who can stop me?"
Connor looked at John expressionlessly. Although he had no way to expose his identity, Connor's personality was changing little by little.
If it were Connor a month ago, he might not have said such words.
But now, Connor was clear about something.
That was, the more polite you were to some people, the more they would push their luck.
John was such a person. Since John looked down on him, Connor would definitely choose to fight back head on.
However, in John's eyes, Connor's current performance was simply laughable.
