Including Gu Chengan, there were six men sitting around the huge round table, and only Ji Xiaoxi was a girl. Looking at those five men, each with a completely different vibe, Xiaoxi secretly nodded to herself: the elders always say "people are grouped, things are clustered," and turns out they were right.
The oldest, Xu Jing, was thirty-two; the youngest, Wei Zijian, was twenty-two. All five of them were Chinese elites from Washington's top-tier families.
And from build to looks, every single one of them was outstanding.
"A month ago, we were still a legit F6 all-single-boys group. Just one month we don't see him, we don't even hear him mention knowing some girl, and suddenly he's a married man. Xiaoxi, tell us, shouldn't we kick him out of F6?"
Xu Jing joked.
"I second that. From now on we're F5."
Wei Zijian raised his hand in support.
