Every time Ye Xiaoyu heard Chen Ming's name, her heart would throb with pain, but she finally learned to disguise it. In front of Shen Yan, she pretended to be indifferent, "He was always handsome, with good looks as a base, and on top of that, the clothes make the man, meeting both innate and acquired requirements. How could he not be handsome?"
Shen Yan's gaze suddenly stopped behind Ye Xiaoyu, revealing an ambiguous smile, "Your handsome brother is standing just outside, staring at you with affectionate eyes."
Ye Xiaoyu was startled and instinctively turned around, only to see Chen Ming indeed standing outside her classroom, waving at her.
"Little Fish, come out."
Standing at the classroom door was the dashing Chen Ming, a person of note. The students inside, oblivious to the ongoing lecture, began to swoon and whisper.
"Is that Chen Ming?"
"Wow, he's so handsome!"
"Why is he here?"
"Who is he looking for?"
"..."
