"Your name is Jiang Feng?"
With no others around, Zhong Junkun came in and spoke rudely, directly and contemptuously questioning Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng glanced at him indifferently, saying nothing.
Zhong Junkun sneered, casually walking up to Jiang Feng: "You seem to be quite close with Zhang Qinyao?"
Jiang Feng still said nothing, only looking at him as if he were a clown.
"Let me tell you, Zhang Qinyao is mine. If you know what's good for you, you'd best stay away from her from now on. Otherwise—if you make me unhappy, you'll be in for more than you can handle!"
Zhong Junkun spoke to Jiang Feng with utmost disdain.
"Oh really?" Jiang Feng chuckled playfully.
He couldn't even remember how many rich-kid idiots like this he'd already stepped over, but these people were like locusts after the rain, never-ending.
"Nonsense! Have you looked in a mirror to see what you're really like? And you dare to compete with me for a woman like Zhang Qinyao? A toad lusting after swan meat!"
