Lin Chen's gaze turned icy as he lifted his head to see a fashionably dressed student slowly walking towards him.
The boy was handsome, decked out in designer brands, and exuded arrogance—clearly a rich second-generation kid.
Yang Jia's eyes coldly fixed on Lin Chen as he said icily, "Aren't you aware that this spot is off-limits?"
"Off-limits? You've been watching too many movies!" Lin Chen chuckled, undisturbed.
"Hmph, a rustic like you probably doesn't understand the rules, huh? Su Xiaobei and I are the chosen ones, we belong to a certain class of people, and what are you?" Yang Jia, full of arrogance, pointed at Lin Chen and said.
"Oh, is that so?" Lin Chen reached out and grabbed Yang Jia's finger, applying force suddenly.
Yang Jia's face changed drastically, and he instantly let out a pained scream.
"Let go of me! How dare you lay a hand on me, you're dead meat," said Yang Jia, his once haughty demeanor gone, his face turning pale in an instant.
