The first to enter was a young man of about twenty-four. He was quite handsome, but not in a delicate, pretty-boy way. His facial features were sharp and distinct, and he had an inscrutable aura about him.
Following the young man were three strikingly beautiful women, each with her own style.
Even Lu Rou, who could be considered a campus belle at her school, felt completely outshone in their presence.
The people who entered were, of course, Ye Xiong, Yang Xinyi, Tang Ning, and Ye Yangyang.
"Fang Liu, you're here too?" Ye Xiong's gaze fell upon Fang Liu as he asked indifferently.
Most people would respectfully call him Master Fang Liu, but Ye Xiong didn't. He always addressed people directly by their names. He wasn't accustomed to calling anyone "Master," and to put it bluntly, he didn't feel the man deserved it.
"Mr. Ye, you've arrived as well." Far from being angry, Fang Liu's voice even carried a hint of respect.
Ye Xiong walked over. "You're Xiao Jiu?"
