Song Zixuan noticed Zhao Dong at that moment and was somewhat surprised. "Zhao Dong, what are you doing here?"
Zhao Dong swept a cold glance at the two of them. The memory of Song Zixuan calling Kuang Tianhao to make trouble for him was still vivid.
Song Zixuan frowned. "Zhao Dong, what's with that look? Didn't you hear me talking to you?"
Kuang Tianhao scoffed from the side, his face filled with contempt and disdain. "Zixuan, why are you even talking to trash like him? Just treat him like he's garbage, like he's nothing but air. He's not worthy of speaking to you." As he spoke, Kuang Tianhao sized Zhao Dong up from head to toe, then spat on the ground near his feet and sneered, "Coward. Trash."
Zhao Dong narrowed his eyes. He was surprisingly calm, just gazing at Kuang Tianhao. He was already thinking about how he would torment Kuang Tianhao later.
