After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

Since the Wen family went bankrupt, all of Wen Chen's lackeys have scattered.

Kind-hearted people would avoid Wen Chen like the plague and leave each other alone; but those who hold grudges would be like Li Dong, opportunistic and eager to make a name for themselves once they fall from grace.

On the one hand, it satisfies their pathetic vanity; on the other hand, it allows them to wipe away their shame.

Clearly, Tang Chi is such a person. Now that Wen Chen is down on his luck, how could he let go of such a great opportunity?

Wen Chen stood alone at the edge of the basketball court, gazing at the joyful laughter and chatter from the other side of the banquet.

He has never met a true friend in his entire life...

Wen Chen was still deep in thought and didn't notice that a basketball was flying towards him at high speed.

"Thump—"

With a dull thud, Wen Chen was slammed in the forehead by the basketball. The impact of the ball's high-speed rotation almost made him lose his balance and stagger.

"Ah!" Wen Chen clutched his head and cried out in pain.

He frowned and looked around, trying to find the source of the basketball.

The culprit didn't hide, and led a large group of people toward Wen Chen.

"Tang Chi! What do you mean?!"

Upon discovering that the person who had attacked him was Tang Chi, Wen Chen couldn't contain his anger and yelled at him.

"Oh, even though our Young Master Shen has fallen to such a state, he still has quite a temper." Tang Chi wanted exactly the effect of Wen Chen being embarrassed and angry.

The louder Wen Chen yelled, the more energetic he became in disciplining him.

"What...what exactly do you want to do?!"

Tang Chi and his group pressed closer, and Wen Chen realized something was wrong. He grabbed the basketball hoop and slowly backed away, maintaining a safe distance from Tang Chi and the others.

"What do you want?" Tang Chi stopped, still holding a basketball in his right hand, tossing it up and catching it again. He was very satisfied with Wen Chen's fearful expression.

"Of course, it's to return what you did to us." Tang Chi grinned, revealing his teeth.

Seeing their posture, Wen Chen realized that it wasn't as simple as just returning the money.

Another Li Dong.

"Go, hold him down." Tang Chi directed the two people next to him to grab Wen Chen.

"I'm warning you, don't touch me, or Zhu Yan won't let you off the hook!" Wen Chen's injuries had just healed, and he was no match for so many people, so he directly brought up Zhu Yan.

Upon hearing Zhu Yan's name, Tang Chi showed no fear, but instead mocked mercilessly, "What a joke! You targeted Young Master Zhu so much back then, do you think I don't know what kind of relationship you two have? If I teach you a lesson, maybe Young Master Zhu will be in a good mood and reward me."

"What are you waiting for? Charge!" Tang Chi gave the order again, but he didn't know that Zhu Yan was watching everything from behind him.

Zhu Yan didn't make a move right away; he wanted to see what tricks Tang Chi had up his sleeve.

He was disappointed again; it was still the same old school bullying trope, nothing new.

Forget it, if he doesn't intervene soon, his newly adopted puppy will get hurt again.

Zhu Yan patted Xu Zhiyuan on the shoulder, gesturing for him to hand over the basketball in his hand.

Do you like to throw balls at people?

Row.

Zhu Yan raised his hand and hurled the basketball at Tang Chi.

The basketball struck Tang Chi squarely on the back of the head.

"Ouch!!!" Tang Chi howled in pain.

"Which reckless bastard dares to smash my head..." Tang Chi clutched his head, turned around angrily, ready to fight, but he was dumbfounded when he turned around.

"Young Master Zhu... Young Master Zhu? What... what is this?" Tang Chi, who was furious, immediately fell silent, lowered his head, and asked cautiously.

"Oh, it's nothing, just testing the feel." Zhu Yan patted the dust off his hands, then looked at Tang Chi, "What did you just say? Say it again."

Tang Chi's heart skipped a beat. He quickly raised his hand and slapped his loose tongue hard. "Oh dear, you must not have heard me clearly. I said that I, your grandson, am especially honored to be hit by you, Young Master Zhu."

Tang Chi smiled obsequiously at Zhu Yan without any principles, "Are you enjoying smashing them? Why don't you smash them a few more times?"

Before Zhu Yan could speak, Xu Zhiyuan took her hand and placed it in his own palm. "Don't lose it. Look, your hand is all red."

Xu Zhiyuan felt a pang of sympathy for Zhu Yan's reddened palms, and gently blew on them. "Does it hurt?"

Zhu Yan glared at Xu Zhiyuan, then unceremoniously pulled her hand away, pressed his head down, and pushed him aside.

ill.

In this sweltering heat, are your palms either red or black?

Zhu Yan ignored him and turned to leave.

Wen Chen originally thought that Zhu Yan came to save him, but he didn't expect that the other party never even glanced at him from beginning to end.

He stood there, completely stunned.

?

They didn't come to rescue me?

"Haha, please take care, Young Master Zhu." Tang Chi didn't forget to complete the final formalities, bowing as he saw Zhu Yan off.

Wen Chen watched as Zhu Yan walked further and further away from him.

If they don't say anything soon, the banquet will really be over.

"Wait! Zhu Yan, aren't you going to save me?!" Wen Chen shouted at Zhu Yan's retreating figure.

The celebration came to a halt.

Banquet?

Ha, looks like the puppy hasn't learned its lesson yet.

Since you called it wrong, you'll just have to accept it.

Zhu Yan lifted her leg and continued walking forward, with Xu Zhiyuan and Lu Ze following her.

"Are you looking for death? How dare you call Young Master Zhu by his name?" Tang Chi kicked Wen Chen. "You still expect Young Master Zhu to save you?"

That kid is incredibly stupid; he'll only get himself into trouble.

Wen Chen hadn't understood why Zhu Yan left so quickly, but Tang Chi's words reminded him.

He forgot who he was.

As Zhu Yan's figure receded into the distance, Wen Chen couldn't care less about anything else. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he knelt down in front of Zhu Yan's retreating figure.

"Master, please save me!"

Tang Chi's eyes widened as he watched Wen Chen suddenly kneel down before Zhu Yan, as if he were possessed by a ghost.

What the hell?

Weren't you sworn enemies with Young Master Zhu? How come you've suddenly become his master?

Where is your face?

Under Wen Chen's expectant gaze, Zhu Yan stopped once again, and this time, he finally turned around.

He was quite surprised to find that Wen Chen had actually knelt down on his own initiative. In a good mood, he didn't make him crawl over in public again, but instead got up and walked over himself.

As Wen Chen watched Zhu Yan walk towards him step by step, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Zhu Yan didn't let him get up, so Wen Chen naturally didn't dare to make decisions on his own.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you by your name," Wen Chen replied to Zhu Yan, his head bowed.

These past few days, he's been practicing kneeling in front of the servants every day at home. He's gotten used to being watched in this humiliating position by everyone.

But now that he's at school, many of the people there are people he knows. I wonder how much psychological pressure he had to overcome to kneel down in front of so many people.

"Young Master Zhu, aren't you and Wen Chen supposed to be like oil and water... incompatible?" Tang Chi asked, his bewildered eyes filled with curiosity about the relationship between the two, as if he were in a dream.

Zhu Yan kicked Wen Chen with her leg, a smile still on her lips.

"Tell me, what's our relationship?"

"I am... a dog owned by my master."