"What, a trash like you still wants to fight me?" Chen Chen scoffed when he saw Su Changfeng.
"Chen Chen, a loser like him wouldn't dare fight you. He's the very trash Miss wants to deal with this time." Ye Qing sneered as she spoke.
Upon hearing these words, Chen Chen's eyes filled with stronger disdain, and he said with a contemptuous face, "You're the trash wasting our Miss's time. I can kill you with just a finger. I advise you to follow our Miss's orders. Otherwise, I'll make you feel that living is worse than dying."
Su Changfeng's muscles instantly tensed. Although he had gotten used to the insults over the past three years, these words still infuriated him.
Of course, it wasn't the provocative words that angered him. With Su Changfeng's temperament, a few words wouldn't rile him up. What made him angry was Ye Qingcheng's demand.
Change his surname?
Where did Ye Qingcheng get the right to order someone to change their surname? It's utterly unreasonable.
