Back when Shen Feng stayed at the Zhang Family, Zhang Pengtao was always sarcastic towards him, and his eyes were always filled with contempt.
Every time it was time for a meal, Shen Feng wasn't even allowed to sit at the table. The Zhangs would carelessly toss a few vegetables on a bowl of rice and have him eat alone in the room. As a result, he was extremely thin throughout his high school days.
"Shen Feng, look at yourself. What have you been doing these past three years? Hiding away and scavenging through trash? That's about all you're fit for now," said Zhang Pengtao as he looked at Shen Feng's handsome face, feeling a surge of resentment since his own face was asymmetrical and unattractive.
Shen Feng had no patience for the Zhangs' drivel. He didn't want to stoop to the level of these so-called relatives. A chilling coldness burst from his eyes, and a faint murderous aura began to seep from his body.
