The people in the class group may not have much prowess, but their ability to mock others is remarkably strong, one by one.
Wang Peng watched as those messages kept popping up, and his smile had completely spread across his face; his mouth couldn't even close anymore.
Had he not been buckled in by the seatbelt, he might have already started laughing uproariously, leaning forward and backward in his seat.
Yang Xiao remained completely indifferent to this.
He shook his head with a smile and continued to focus on driving.
Even though he wasn't in the group and couldn't see the messages, he could guess a lot just by Wang Peng's smug expression.
His mood had improved a lot for no particular reason. Although he didn't care much about those things, there was still a little bit that he did care about.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have left Jiangnan Residence with a bellyful of sullenness.
After all, Yang Xiao was a person who cherished old times.
