At 10 a.m., Ran Yu arrived at the office with a few other students.
Upon entering, she saw a row of parents seated on chairs, mostly middle-aged men and women in their forties and fifties, with Lu Ziheng being the only exception.
His short hair was neatly cut, and his sharp, handsome face was calm and cultured. A pair of thin-framed glasses sat atop his straight nose, lending him an air of noble elegance. Coupled with his youth, he stood out in a crowd of either bald or pot-bellied men, or those with faces full of worry—his unassuming black attire notwithstanding, he attracted far too much attention.
Ran Yu secretly compared him with the others internally, then couldn't help but let her lips curve into a smile.
Hehehe, the handsomest parent is from her family!
