Hearing this sarcastic remark, Ye Feng's brow furrowed and then he turned around to see, surprisingly, a young man dressed in a suit and leather shoes!
This young man appeared to be just over twenty years old, with hair combed slick and shiny, a face with sharp features looking valiant and extraordinary, only slight scars at the corners of his eyes somewhat marred his handsome visage.
At this moment, the young man had a playful smile on his lips as he looked at Ye Feng and said directly,
"What? Made a bit of money and now you don't recognize me, your deputy class monitor?"
The young man now sat down next to Ye Feng, his eyes scanning over him, especially when he noticed the tattered shirt beneath Ye Feng's outerwear, his expression revealing a trace of contempt.
Ye Feng's undershirt was torn because he had helped Zhang Ximeng bandage her leg injury; this minor issue was, of course, of no concern to Ye Feng, but to others, it took on a different flavor.