The start was still that long and tedious speech by the principal.
Lu Jun sat below, legs crossed in a "figure four," quietly searching for that familiar figure in his memories.
Finally, he found her in the diagonal row of the adjacent department.
Just then, Pei Wan also turned around, and their eyes met, locking gazes.
After a cold snort, the young girl turned her head away.
Lu Jun: "...."
Whimpering.
His wife didn't want him anymore, what should he do?
At that moment, thunderous applause erupted around him.
"Brother Jun, get ready, the big shot is about to make an appearance."
Lu Jun was feeling gloomy, a shadow casting between his brows, scanning the stage with displeasure.
What big shot could it be?
The next second.
A tall and slender figure walked out from backstage, every move exuding chilly pride and dignity.