"You don't have to know who my father is, but you have to know who I am!"
Upon hearing what Jiang Pengji said, Feng Jue was stunned and did not move. There was a sly smile on his face.
"Second brother, is this Liu Lanting whom you often mention? Sure enough, knowing a person by repute isn't as good as meeting him face to face. What an idiosyncratic scholar."
Not to mention her rebellious arrogance was quite in line with his taste.
Feng Jin secretly glanced at his younger brother who looked like a crazy man. He could not help but tug at his brother's sleeves and dragged him out of the battle ring to avoid his slow-witted younger brother from getting involved. If he was punched by Jiang Pengji, he would really be punched for nothing. There was no room for argument.
As he was speaking, Secretary Huang's grandson supported his sore waist while covering his face that was hit. He limped towards Feng Jue with a sorry look on his face.