Who on earth is this Ye Fan?
Seeing the once haughty Ouyang Lingfeng and his entourage acting like rats who had just seen a cat, all of them terrified, their faces drained of color and collapsing on the ground, the ordinary students were filled with curiosity about Ye Fan's identity.
For a moment, the hall became quiet once more, and the atmosphere turned somewhat eerie.
Previously, Ye Fan had declined to arrive at the party in the Rolls-Royce Phantom Presidential Edition, fearing it would affect the mood of the gathering. Now, seeing this scene, he thought for a moment and, under everyone's gaze, swiftly walked toward Ouyang Lingfeng.
"I'm so... sorry, Mr. Ye, I was blind and failed to recognize Taishan. I beg for your generosity to not lower yourself to my level," Ouyang Lingfeng, frightened to his core with his body shivering, plead in terror as he saw Ye Fan approaching.
