"Do you still need to know my name?"
Jiang Cheng's demeanor held the perfect amount of contempt, and the slight smile at the corners of his mouth provoked an angry laugh from the leading woman.
"I'm Feng Jiaojiao. Since you dare to come, you've surely heard of my name."
Jiang Cheng's expression was unfiltered and unimpressed; he curled his lips and said, "If you want to start a fight, start one. If not, hurry up and leave. Saying so many threatening words and parading your title as if everyone knows you."
"Dear Feng Jiaojiao Comrade, I don't know you, and the people behind me don't know you either. Why not announce the name of your father or someone else, preferably someone significant? I genuinely don't have the time to waste listening to your endless nonsense."
After speaking, Jiang Cheng turned around and asked the night school people, "Isn't that right?"
"Yes!"
"Indeed, announcing your name at the start, who would have heard of it."
