Chen Yang watched He Zhikang's retreating figure and suddenly said, "Mr. He, I hope you don't harbor any ill intentions towards Teacher Yang. Otherwise, I assure you, you'll regret it."
He Zhikang's footsteps paused, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
When he turned to look at Chen Yang, the murderous intent was concealed and his face showed a contemptuous smile. With a cold snort, he said, "Mr. Chen, don't overthink it. I merely admire Professor Yang. And even if I did like Professor Yang, it would be a matter between the two of us. You have no right to interfere, nor the ability to."
"You can try and see if I have the ability to interfere."
The smile on Chen Yang's face remained light and breezy. He shrugged indifferently, without paying further attention to He Zhikang, and walked towards his room.
He Zhikang stood in place, silent for a moment, then said in a cold voice, "This guy, actually daring to ruin my plans, watch how I'll deal with you tomorrow."
