'Does this mean Ye Rou approves of what that ant of a boy is doing?'
'But Ye Rou is so cold and aloof. How could she possibly fall for an insignificant boy like him?'
Zhou Fang was bewildered, and rage surged in his heart.
Ye Rou was the woman he was determined to conquer.
Now, he could only watch as her hand was held by that worthless ant.
"Who are you calling a moron?"
Before Zhou Fang could even speak, one of his followers had already stepped forward. He demanded coldly, his eyes glinting with killing intent.
"If the shoe fits!"
Jiang Jichen replied nonchalantly. He, Ye Rou, and the others didn't stop, but continued on their way.
"You're courting death! An insignificant ant like you dares to insult us?"
However, Zhou Fang's followers were even more brazen.
They hailed from Great Families and Sects; they were peerless geniuses.
