The boy's face flashed with embarrassment and apology as he passed by Fang Jing.
Fang Jing pursed her lips and followed the two into the private room.
The room was crowded and lively. As soon as they saw the girl and senior enter, the crowd jeered, but then they fell silent for a moment when they saw Fang Jing following behind them. A boy's voice could be heard asking, "An Yue, who is this beautiful lady?"
"Yes, yes! Is this beauty also from our school? How come I don't seem to have seen her before?"
Boiling with jealousy inside, An Yue maintained a smile and said, "This is a junior from my boyfriend's club; she usually has quite a good relationship with my boyfriend. I specifically invited her to join my birthday feast. Oh, by the way, Fang probably doesn't have a boyfriend yet. If any of you are interested, you could put in some effort."
All present were shrewd and seemed to guess something; their gazes towards Fang Jing now had an indescribable quality.
