Hearing this voice, Yu Jingnuan's face suddenly changed.
She subconsciously looked toward the source of the sound.
A young man dressed in a spring season ss team uniform was striding over, his handsome eyes slightly narrowed, and his bright silver-gray short hair was disheveled, radiating a defiant light.
His crimson lips were lightly pursed due to dissatisfaction, devoid of his usual liveliness in front of acquaintances, his face cold as if embodying the nickname given to him by those who didn't know his true nature in the circle—Face King.
He was truly handsome.
But it was also true that he seemed bad-tempered and not to be trifled with.
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'Who? Who just spoke?'
'Wait a minute, why does that voice sound like God Meng's? Could it be? Is this God Meng's family's kid??'
'The host sort of misled us just now, right? Even if someone accidentally took the wrong seat, what's the big deal? That doesn't mean the person is at fault, right?'
