"Damn it!"
Ye Feng watched their retreating figures, slammed the roses in his hand onto the ground, and stomped on them a few times. Then, he waved over one of his lackeys. His face was dark as he asked, "Who's that kid with Lin Xue?"
Although Zhao Yuan had been a hot topic on the school forums lately, Ye Feng rarely checked them, so he didn't recognize him.
His lackey, however, did recognize Zhao Yuan. He immediately answered, "That kid's name is Zhao Yuan. He's in the Department of Integrated Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine."
"Zhao Yuan?" Ye Feng muttered the name a few times before asking, "What's his background?"
"They say he's just some poor loser from a remote mountain village. No backing," the lackey replied, having clearly looked into Zhao Yuan's background.
Ye Feng's expression grew even darker. He scoffed, "A poor loser dares to steal my woman?"
"Brother Feng, should I get some guys to beat him up?" the lackey schemed.
