Chen Xiang had just entered the Chen Family Gate, when an arrogant teenager walked up and started talking to him.
“A challenge? When did this happen?” Chen Xiang was a little surprised. He had only been away for a few days.
That teenager started laughing at him, his voice full of disdain. “So you haven’t even heard? We all thought you were afraid and went into hiding! This all happened ten days ago, because the Yao Family’s genius fancies your fiancée. You truly do have bad luck!”
Chen Xiang was barely enduring his impulse to beat this prick up. With a discerning fake smile, he replied “Chen Zhenhua, do you remember that time, when we were younger, and I made you fall on your face into dogshit? Are you sure you still wanna talk back to me right now?”