"What? Scared now? Su Changfeng, look at you. You, such a waste, bragging in front of me, you think I'd believe it?" Song Yang taunted.
"There's a shop on the street selling knee pads, I suggest you go buy a pair right now, otherwise it'll be too late when Cheng Shi arrives." Su Changfeng said and pulled out his phone to make a call.
Watching Su Changfeng's performance, Song Yang wasn't worried at all and said, "I want to see how long you can keep up the act. People like you won't turn back until they hit a wall, what a fool."
After Su Changfeng finished the call, time slowly passed by, and Song Yang's smile grew even wider.
"Your acting skills are not bad. I don't know if you're really not worried or just pretending to be calm. It's a pity you've wasted so many years at the Tang Family. Do you need me to talk to my friend and get you into his company? You could be an extra, maybe make some money, so you won't be criticized so harshly." Song Yang said.