'What does she mean I'm an "overconfident man"?!'
'Am I wrong?'
Jun Lin Yuan had to admit that Yu Lan's few short words had completely shattered his composure.
No one had ever dared to speak to him like this.
He was holding his phone, about to reply, when someone sidled up behind him—a close friend of many years, an SS-level talent who he usually sparred with.
Seeing Jun Lin Yuan standing motionless at the edge of the boxing ring—breathing hard, his face as black as iron, and clearly fuming—the friend deliberately came closer to enjoy the show.
When he saw the message on the screen, he burst out laughing.
"Well, well, Brother Yuan. So the day has finally come when someone calls you an overconfident man."
"If I'm not mistaken, this must be Princess Yu Lan."
"What now? She's here to discuss breaking off the engagement with you. How are you planning to handle it?"
"Hmph!"
Jun Lin Yuan snorted, then frowned as he accepted her friend request.
