"What, what kind of trash dares to harass Little Yang! Are you tired of living..."
Sure enough, upon hearing He Jiajun's words, Hua Xiangyang burst into a violent rage, following the direction of He Jiajun's pointing finger and lashing out without direction or restraint.
"Hua Xiangyang, are you cursing me?"
Ling Zhenfei stood sturdy as a mountain among the crowd, seemingly unaffected by Hua Xiangyang's fury. On the contrary, he let out a cold laugh in the face of all the onlookers directly at Hua Xiangyang.
Previously, after only listening to He Jiajun's explanation, Hua Xiangyang didn't even take a close look before he presumptuously assumed that Ling Zhenfei was a loser.
However, now upon hearing Ling Zhenfei's voice, Hua Xiangyang's mind and spirit trembled with shock.
Uh, this voice... why does it sound so familiar?
"Ah! Young Master Ling... it's you!"
