The ulterior motives of the man before him were crystal clear to Ye Chen, who could see that Zhang Hao was plainly targeting Lin Yuwei.
However, Ye Chen's face did not show the slightest hint of peculiarity, he just smiled amiably at Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao looked at Ye Chen, and a glint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.
Damn it, this kid actually got there before me.
The thought of Lin Yuwei, a flower not yet plucked, having been snatched away by this kid first, filled Zhang Hao with fury. Subconsciously, his grip tightened, intending to intimidate Ye Chen with a show of strength.
Although Zhang Hao was slim, he was after all a member of the university basketball team. This kind of grip strength, when used on an average person, might not be easily tolerated.
Unfortunately for Zhang Hao, he had encountered Ye Chen. While his right hand was already clenched red, Ye Chen still maintained a smile, making Zhang Hao realise that this time he had met his match.