"Who are you?"
Jiang Fan looked Ye Qingfeng up and down, but realized he didn't recognize this young man.
Pu Song also observed carefully for a long time and was equally puzzled.
At the grand gathering at Bai Fu Villa back then, the Pu Family wasn't qualified to attend. Pu Song had only heard of Ye Qingfeng's name but didn't know what he looked like. That night, Jiang Fan was busy having fun with a new model, so he didn't attend at all.
The two female students next to Pu Song sized up Ye Qingfeng, noting his ordinary attire; aside from being excessively handsome, there was nothing extraordinary about him.
Upon hearing Jiang Fan's question, Ye Qingfeng tossed his finished milk carton into the trash and suddenly kicked out.
"Bang!"
Jiang Fan never expected Ye Qingfeng to strike so decisively. He was thrown, chair and all, against the wall, head hitting first with a bang, resulting in a bloody head wound.
