Song Minhao clenched his fists and gritted his teeth; even when Leng Feifei had been with Ye Long in the past, Song Minhao was confident he could snatch her back from Ye Long's hands!
It could be said that Song Minhao had an overabundance of self-confidence!
He was incredibly confident!
Compared to Ye Long, Song Minhao felt a strong sense of superiority. After all, he was Ninghai City's number one young master, young and wealthy, handsome, and a gentleman to boot—utterly beyond comparison with Ye Long, who just looked like a punk! How could a punk compete with a wealthy gentleman for a woman?
In terms of status, they were worlds apart!
Clearly, Song Minhao thought not!
He believed he was the best, and that Ye Long wasn't even worthy of carrying his shoes!
But now, things weren't going the way Song Minhao had expected, and that scoundrel Ye Long had already...
This was a massive blow to Song Minhao!
It was as if he had been struck by lightning!
