Zhou Yang wasn't familiar with the inner circles in Beijing. He was intrigued by their exchange. After all, he was in his twenties and was not that attentive.
Although he spoke up for Qiao Chen before, this time, he didn't consider her feelings.
Standing in front of Wen Ziyu, he asked curiously, "I'm interested in what you said. Is she really that great? How many marks did she get? She scored so well that even Professor Cheng was excited. Our Finance Department has so many applicants every year. Our department is already spoiled for choice, yet we still need to try so hard to recruit her?"
Wen Ziyu said, "If you were in his shoes, you would also want to fight for her."
Zhou Yang was completely dumbfounded and tugged at his clothes. Determined to get to the bottom of this matter, he asked, "Wen Ziyu, don't keep us on the edge! How many points did she get? Tell us her score and let me see how well she did."
