"Forget it. You can't really blame them. People from the countryside never know the rules. After a few lessons, they should figure it out." Hua Hao, a young man with a buzz cut, put on a magnanimous air.
"As expected of Young Master Hua! You're so generous. Your level of character is just on another plane from ours." One of his lackeys immediately stepped forward to flatter him, laying on the praise with practiced ease.
"You good-for-nothings, hurry up and thank Young Master Hua for being so generous. If it were anyone else, they'd have taught you a lesson by now."
Another lackey shouted, looking thoroughly smug.
"Damn it!"
Xiong Batian, Gao Wan, and Yang Wei all looked grim. Ordinarily, they could have laughed off an insult like that and ignored it.
But Xia Ping was here. Being seen in such a sorry state by an old classmate—and a former rival, no less—was too humiliating to bear. They felt twice as ashamed.
Still, they held back. They couldn't exactly start a fight right there.
"Hua Hao, what are you doing? Are you picking on Yang Wei and the others again?"
Just then, a clear voice rang out. A petite girl came over with her hands on her hips, looking at Hua Hao as if she were furious with him.
Three other girls followed behind her, all dressed fashionably and radiating youthful energy.
"Xiao Qian?! What are you doing here?"
Hua Hao was startled to see her, then immediately brightened. The girl before him was his childhood sweetheart, Tong Xiaoqian—the girl he liked.
"What do you mean, what am I doing here? Do you own this street? Didn't I tell you to get along with your classmates? Stop causing trouble and picking on them all the time."
Tong Xiaoqian looked at