Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, Gan Bailin was taken aback, glaring at Yang Zhen angrily and saying, "Of course, my father's surname is Gan... damn it, you dare to make fun of me?"
Yang Zhen smirked and said, "I didn't make fun of you. Look, I am different from you, I am a very polite person. I just asked you politely if your father's surname is Gan, is there anything wrong with that? Or do you think that might not be the case?"
"You!" Gan Bailin coldly scoffed at Yang Zhen's words. His face turned ashen with rage as he pointed to Yang Zhen, saying, "You are an absolute disgrace, how can the clock tower tolerate someone as ill-mannered as you?"
Yang Zhen chuckled, stared at Gan Bailin, and said, "I lack manners? Tell me, do I know you?"
"No!" Gan Bailin sneered.
"Do you know me then?" Yang Zhen continued provocatively.
"No!" Gan Bailin shot a high and mighty glance at Yang Zhen.
