Zhao Fei's face was icy as he went straight for a barrage of cutting remarks, showing no intention of being polite.
He thought the guy in front of him was just bluffing. For one thing, students from decent universities were usually refined and eloquent—not someone with such a rebellious vibe.
Either he was a social delinquent, or he came from some second-rate, disreputable college.
Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow. "You're asking so many questions—exactly which one do you want me to answer?"
Zhao Fei snorted coldly. "Won't even say your name or your school? Save the heroics for someone else. Get lost already."
"Pathetic cheap tricks."
Shen Yuan shook his head, visibly disappointed by Zhao Fei's antics. "But really, what does my name or my school have to do with any of this? All you need to know is that I'm Chen Xinyu's family."
With that, Shen Yuan casually put his arm around Chen Xinyu's shoulder, shooting her a confident "relax, I've got this" look.
Yes—*we are family.*
