"My name is Ling Chen," Ling Chen said plainly.
"Ling Chen?" Several young men exchanged glances. The name... seemed really familiar. At that moment, one young man reacted first and asked cautiously, "Could you be Ling Chen from Beijing?"
"I've only heard about a Ling Chen in East Sea City..." another young man chimed in.
Nanrong Hao laughed and said, "You've all heard about the same person, right, Brother Chen." Hearing this, the expressions of the young men changed immediately. They were all heirs of prestigious families and certainly knew the influence of Ling Chen's name in Beijing and East Sea City. He was not someone they dared to provoke. Thinking about their previous attitude toward Ling Chen, a chill swept over their hearts.
Oh no! Competing with him over a woman—it was like asking for death. Suddenly, the young men could hardly sit still. Jiang Yue'e noticed the change in their expressions and asked, "Is everyone okay?"
