Silence rang in the room and AiLin narrowed her gaze.
She didn't believe that for once OuYang could actually remember her. She crossed her arms and stared at him, "You remembered?"
OuYang still stare at Li ZiChen and then at her. When he found her gaze looking beneath at him with such condescending look in her foxy eyes, a memory resurfaced.
The memory was an image of a woman with the long straight black hair.
When he was young, he had went to a prestigious high school. In it there were only wealthy children with important background. He never fit but he knew a lot about the children whose rank soar above the rest of their peers.
