Since he came from a special background, he naturally had high standards; those who could get along with him were generally students from prominent families.
Ordinary people wanting to curry favor with Young Master Ji, he might not even pay attention to them.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the audience seats.
"Ah, ah, ah, Ji Ruofeng is coming over!"
"What's he here for?"
"He's really so handsome, you can't see a single pore up close! Is this an ethereal boy, straight-up superstar material!"
The gossiping girls had fallen into a frenzy.
Then they saw their usually aloof school heartthrob, staring intently in a direction, seemingly confirming something, and suddenly quickening his pace.
The usual aloof, high-cold demeanor of a noble offspring was completely gone.
His face brimming with enthusiasm, like a runaway husky, he raced towards Yun Qiluo.
His eyes were shining with excitement: "Little Sister-in-law, it really is you!"
Yun Qiluo: "?"
Song Shijia: "…?"
