In a daze, the first thing that appeared in Shen Yuqin's mind was Ye Chenfeng's mischievously smiling face.
In the presidential suite.
"Old Wang, this Shen Yuqin is the beauty of Jiangnan University, this time we've really struck gold!" Feng Liang said.
"Really?" Wang Song's eyes widened in surprise, but he soon burst into laughter, "Ha ha, good job today, Old Feng!"
"Don't be too hasty, guys, how about counting me in?"
At that moment, a faint voice arose.
In the room, without any sign, there was now one more person. Who else could it be if not Ye Chenfeng?
"Ah? Is… is that you?"
As Feng Liang turned his head, he was startled. After all, Ye Chenfeng had left a huge scar on him.
"Fatty Feng, your injuries from last time healed up, right?" Ye Chenfeng's face had a harmless smile, but to Fatty Feng, it seemed utterly terrifying.
"Old Feng, who is he?" Wang Song asked discontentedly.
