Yang Yifeng's face bore a cold sneer at this moment, disregarding whatever Zhen Liang was spouting. He reached out, pulled him over, and with two slaps, turned Zhen Liang's eyes red.
"Yang Yifeng, you dare strike me? Do you... do you know who I am!"
Zhen Liang was dumbfounded by now; he had not anticipated that Yang Yifeng, the damned scoundrel, would actually dare to hit him. His eyes widened with shock and anger as he stared at Yang Yifeng, howling like a wild beast.
"Are you stupid?"
Upon hearing Zhen Liang's words, a cold smile flickered across Yang Yifeng's face. He then said, "I knew what you were ten years ago, and it seems you haven't changed a bit. Alas, it appears that a child doesn't grow without discipline!"
"Today, I will be the one to educate you, this unruly child, on behalf of your parents!" With that, Yang Yifeng paid no mind to how Zhen Liang struggled. In his grasp, Zhen Liang was like a little chick, easily managed.