Zhao Yuji's face was so dark it could almost drip water, "Classmate Shen Mochen, could it be that you want to be my enemy?"
"With my little virtue and ability, how dare I become an enemy of Young Master Zhao." Shen Mochen sneered with contempt, patting the other's shoulder as if imparting heartfelt advice to a junior.
Shen Mochen had long seen through Zhao Yuji; he wasn't actually doing anything to him at the moment. If Zhao openly went against him, it would only give people a reason to mock him for being jealous and petty. And since he cherished his reputation so much, letting others think that he couldn't even tolerate a poor orphan from the slums would be more unbearable for him than death.
Thus, he definitely wouldn't dare to use his family's power against him, at most resorting to petty schemes behind his back. But Shen Mochen prided himself on having no weaknesses right now, so his petty schemes were bound to be ineffective.
