Yan Ping, who was called out, stood up, his expression apologetic. "I'm sorry. We have an important guest today and I was so caught up in the preparations that I actually forgot about Miss Yan Xi and the Young Master Yan Chushi."
Yan Xi turned her head and caught the smugness in the depths of his eyes.
As for whether he had really forgotten, only he knew.
She and Yan Chushi were standing in the middle. Before she could move, a hearty voice rang out.
"Yan Xi, come here! Sit next to me!" In the Imperial College's seats, Ji San's eyes lit up when he saw Yan Xi. He kept waving his hands and even grinned at her.
Yun Yuhan's hand that was holding his teacup paused. His light and indifferent eyes seemed to inadvertently sweep over Ji San beside him, and his long eyelashes drooped.
The others all frowned. Why was Ji San so enthusiastic about Yan Xi?
