Yun Huan took the bowl of porridge that Lin Qing handed to him unhurriedly and stirred it casually. There was a n.o.ble air around him, full of gracefulness as he said, “Speak here if there's anything to be said.”

Zheng Zhong frowned, “I want to speak to Big Bai, not you. Who are you to make me talk over here? Why are you so demanding?”

Zheng Zhong hated Yun Huan. He grew up with Chen Che and ever since this annoying b.a.s.t.a.r.d came over, Chen Che was solely focused on this one person – Yun Huan hogged Chen Che for himself and Chen Che would always protect Yun Huan.

Yun Huan sneered, his bright and fair face cold and handsome, his thick rebellious brows raised. Under his long, slightly curled eyelashes, his dark peach blossom eyes were icy and indifferent. He had a high nose bridge and pink lips that were akin to the petal of a rose.

His facial features were beautifully carved, causing him to exude the air of a king – formidable and authoritative. At this moment, there was a cold smile on his elegant and handsome face.

“Demanding? So what? I am demanding, what can you do about it? Or do you think Big Bai will listen to you?”

Yun Huan said the last sentence very casually, yet it had pierced Zheng Zhong's heart.

Zheng Zhong had to admit that he couldn't do anything about Yun Huan, even his family was afraid of this young emperor.

Zheng Zhong glanced at Qin Jiaojiao and tolerated the arrow of shame and anger piercing his heart. He put on a pleasant countenance and spoke to Yun Huan, “I could speak to you as well. I'm just here for a bowl of porridge. Since we've been friends for so many years, you wouldn't mind parting with one bowl of porridge, would you?”

If Zheng Zhong had a choice, he wouldn't want to ask Yun Huan for anything – this always made Zheng Zhong feel like he was beneath Yun Huan.

“Years of friends.h.i.+p?” Yun Huan said, a smile full of ridicule appearing on the corner of his lips, even as those peach blossom eyes arched slightly. “That's right, I obviously remember the years of friends.h.i.+p, but I don't want to give it to you.”

Qin Yi sneaked a glance at Yun Huan and felt that this Yun Huan was a little rascally, still attractive despite his temper.

Zheng Zhong was stunned, his handsome face reddening. He had already humbled himself and asked nicely, yet this person had actually rejected him.

Chu Mohe groaned as he looked at Zheng Zhong, his delicate doll face full of displeasure, “Boss already said that he didn't want to give it to you, why aren't you leaving yet? I'm losing my appet.i.te with you standing here. Quick, get lost!”

Zheng Zhong couldn't rage at Yun Huan but he wasn't afraid of Chu Mohe at all. In his opinion, these people were just Yun Huan's subordinates. They couldn't dare to be disrespectful towards him, the young master of the Zheng family.

“Chu Mohe, don't think that you can speak to me this way just because Yun Huan protects you.”

Zheng Zhong's fury had reached its peak, his voice getting louder and louder, everyone in the gas station able to hear his somewhat sharp voice.

Zhang Hui's biscuit dropped on the floor, a hint of surprise in her eyes. Her lips trembled as she turned to Lan Xiang, “Xiangxiang, did you hear that? Just now, that man called him Chu Mohe.”

Lan Xiang panicked and cursed in her heart. Her eyes s.h.i.+fted and she looked surprised, “Aunt Hui, did you hear incorrectly? I didn't hear that, the sound in this corner isn't very good. You might have heard it wrong.”

“Really?” Zhang Hui was stunned. She heard the name 'Chu Mohe', so why didn't Lan Xiang hear it? Could it be that she really heard it wrongly?

“Aunt Hui, you must be very tired. You haven't been sleeping well these days and must have misheard. You'll be fine after a good rest,” Lan Xiang a.s.sured her.