The eighteen-year-old girl who spoke was tall and had piercing eyes, as if she was used to commanding people. She had a pretty face, large breasts and a slim waist. A beautiful and capable girl like her had to be an influential person at school.
As expected, Lin Lulu said weakly, "Senior Han, this is Senior Chen Fan. He's also here for the celebration. He graduated the same year as Senior Si and they know each other."
"Senior Chen Fan? We don't have his name on the invitation list."
Senior Han was shocked and she showed a slight hesitation. Chen Fan looked ordinary, but the clothes he was wearing were exceptional and decent.
The alumni invited to the Ivy League High anniversary celebration were always successful people. Although Chen Fan had become famous, the level of Ivy League High was so low they wouldn't know it. Students from Class of 2008 would probably be the only ones who could remember his name.