Zhou Juntao was followed by members of the martial arts club. He had just brought everyone to yun Jian when he chuckled and said,
“Little junior sister, I didn’t expect to meet you here! It’s really fate!”
Yun Jian glanced sideways and did not see Cai Huiling, who had attacked Zhu Huili in the afternoon. She must have lost face in front of everyone and did not dare to come out.
Zhou Juntao did not care whether Yun Jian was willing to pay attention to him, nor did he care about what happened in the afternoon. Instead, he pulled a tall, handsome, and very handsome boy to Yun Jian.
After greeting him, Zhou Juntao pointed at this tall, handsome, and very handsome boy, who was about twenty years old, and introduced him to Yun Jian:
“Junior sister, this is the president of our martial arts club, Mo Bufan. Our martial arts club sincerely invites you to join. I hope you can seriously consider it!”
