At the same time, Xu Fei gave a wry smile and said to Zhang Qian somewhat awkwardly, "Ah, sorry about that, my brother is just hot-tempered like that, don't mind him, okay?"
"Ha! I see your friend has quite the temper, acting all high and mighty as if he's the only one who matters in this world," Pan Zhengyang scoffed disdainfully, his face full of contempt.
"Don't talk about my brother like that, Pan Zhengyang. If you don't know him, don't speak nonsense," Xu Fei couldn't help but retort, anger in his voice.
"Did I say something wrong? He's just a student from Senior High Third Grade Class Nine, what kind of background could he have? He has no understanding of how the world works, what future can he expect to have in society?" Pan Zhengyang, filled with a sense of superiority, spoke as if he was an elder giving advice to a junior.
"I don't like it when people point fingers for no reason, so you'd better shut your damn mouth," Lin Mo said indifferently.