Chapter 778 My Hands Were Itching

• Meanwhile, a young man was about to take a seat in the canteen; he was holding a tray shakily with his hands, which were both full of scars.
• “Hey, who let you sit here? Yunfei hasn’t gotten his fruit yet. Hurry up and get some fruit for him!” yelled a young man who was sitting alongside a few youngsters, who all put on cold expressions on their face. All of them looked arrogant and condescending; it was evident that they were making fun of the young man.
• The young man named Yunfei was apparently sitting right in their midst. He was narrowing his eyes with his lips curled in mockery as he enjoyed the scene before his eyes.