Chen Yanchao had never been hit, let alone scolded, by anyone as he grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth.
Now facing such intimidation, although he was furious, he did not dare to fight back. The idea of death was indeed terrifying for a wealthy second-generation like him who had never worried about food and clothing.
Despite his doubts about Ye Chen actually daring to lay a hand on him in front of so many people, he did not dare to risk it, especially not with his own life.
The students surrounding them were all watching with horror as Chen Yanchao lay on the ground, their minds dizzy, struggling to comprehend what had happened.
This was the first time they had seen Chen Yanchao in such a sorry state, one of the prestigious four young masters of the school, who had brought so many people with him only to be beaten to the ground. This was definitely explosive news, and it would probably spread throughout the entire campus in just a few hours.
"What exactly do you want?"
