"You... you little weasel," Xiao Ran pointed to Song Yun, ready to explode with curses, but the class president interrupted him, signaling everyone to stay quiet and then picked up a phone call. After a lengthy "uh-huh" and "alright" on the phone, he finally hung up.
The class president poured himself a glass of water and said with a smile, "My cousin said he's also in this club having dinner with someone else, and knowing I'm here hosting a reunion, he plans to come over and have a couple of drinks with us later."
"Young Master Qian is coming?" Xiao Ran exclaimed with surprise. "Classmates, when Young Master Qian comes later, you all must open your eyes wide and take a good look. Only people like Young Master Qian are truly high-profile socialites, completely different from some so-called weasels."
Song Yun almost scoffed at these words. Damn it, can't these disgusting villains come up with some new lines? It's like he's grown calluses from hearing the same things over and over.
