Shen Fanyun forced King Kong to make a video call to Han Feng.
Han Feng was puzzled at first. When he answered, the face that met his eyes wasn't King Kong's. The next second, Han Feng realized who it was, his eyes practically splitting with rage. "Shen Fanyun?"
"Long time no see."
More than just a long time? It's been over a decade.
The two youths from back then had long since grown into men. Thanks to his capable father, Han Feng had thrived, enjoying the shade of a great tree. Now, he was the widely known Prince Long—dashing, ostentatious, and adorned in gold and silver.
"Heh, you piece of trash. You actually dare to call me yourself? Aren't you afraid I'll fly into a rage and pulverize you?" Han Feng smirked coldly, his pupils filled with malice.
Shen Fanyun feigned surprise. "By all means. Come at me now."
Han Feng was speechless.
