Yang Xing stared at Shen Xuan's retreating figure, a playful smile on his lips, daring to stand with his boss in front of so many people, as if she didn't know whether her looks could withstand the scrutiny.
"Young Master Gu," he greeted Gu Yue.
Yueyue flitted across Gu Yue's cool face, then stuffed her hands in her pockets and strutted toward Class Seven.
"This student, I've never seen her before, and she's so beautiful, just like the Evil Concubine on TV. Who could concentrate on their studies in the same class as her?"
Many parents began to discuss.
Yueyue was indeed stunningly beautiful; the sayings of the ancients were not without reason.
In their time, if someone as beautiful as Yueyue sat beside them, they wouldn't be able to focus on their studies.
Hearing these discussions, Shen Xuan felt slightly better, but still unbalanced in her heart, because these parents still didn't know about Yueyue's academic performance and capabilities.
