If this man had been extremely handsome, wealthy enough to rival a nation, and graceful, they would have accepted him. Because such men are beyond their reach, knowing the difference, they would have given up.
However, Ye Qing was not very handsome; his face could only be described as resolute. Of course, his solemn expression did seem somewhat ruthless, but the wrinkled suit he wore considerably lessened this ruthlessness. The image of Ye Qing instantly made the male students in the class quite unhappy, as they felt they were no worse than Ye Qing. Yet, Lin Huayu had never even glanced at them.
"Who is this guy?"
"Who knows, dressed like that, he must be a pauper!"
"Look at him, dressed like a migrant worker, how can he just walk into our classroom? This is a university classroom, is it a place where a migrant worker can just walk into?"
"And he's so close to Miss Lin, he should look in the mirror at his own appearance!"
