"Hey there, hold up," the campus beauty called out as she walked toward Tang Feng, adjusting her curly hair.
Suddenly, pairs of eyes filled with hostility fixed on Tang Feng. What made this kid so special? Several students, dressed like young masters, suddenly blocked the beauty's path.
"Hey, beauty, let's be friends. How is that kid even worthy of being your friend?" one of the young masters puffed out his chest, looking disdainfully at Tang Feng, deliberately flaunting the watch on his wrist—a well-known international brand worth hundreds of thousands.
Ordinary people might not recognize it, but those from the upper circles would definitely know its worth.
"What are you, get lost," the campus beauty scoffed, delivering a slap across his face.
Oh!
Suddenly, the crowd murmured, then quieted down to see how things would unfold.
"You jerk, you dare to hit me? You're asking for it!" the young master fumed.
