Bai Chuwei let out a light chuckle, her tone indifferent, "These kids can't catch my eye."
For over five thousand years, only Duan Feihan had sparked such romantic thoughts in her.
Bai Chuwei and Duan Xingye sat below, watching the commotion, as people occasionally approached to ask for contact information, and some bold boys even made public confessions to the school beauty after their performances.
Bai Chuwei remained unruffled, not at all like someone who was being confessed to.
Bai Chuwei noticed Duan Xingye snapping photos on the side and asked with some surprise, "What are you doing?"
Duan Xingye stated as if it were obvious, "Taking pictures of all the girls and boys confessing to you." Then he would send them to his fourth uncle.
Being a little spy was actually pretty good, as his fourth uncle would give him a hefty allowance every month.
