Are we starting a face-slapping convention?
"Xinyan dressed to the nines, showing her regard for the social gathering, unlike some people who might as well have worn a sack."
"If she's so capable, why doesn't she bring her own friends? Sadly, her friends are just like her, not fit to be seen in public."
"What kind of friends could someone like her have, anyway? Even if she had any, they'd surely look destitute."
Just at that moment––
"Xiao Ran!"
A gentle voice came from behind, accompanied by the sound of two car doors closing. What followed was the sharp intake of breath from the crowd.
There was a moment of frozen air before it erupted.
"Ahhh... Yun Feng, it's Yun Feng!"
"Oh my God, he's so handsome, I really like him so much!"
"Who's the woman beside him? Damn it, how dare she cling to Yun Feng's arm."
"That's Zisu's boss, and also Yun Feng's current boss."
Yun Feng had a tall figure, dressed in a black suit. His features were sharp and deep-set, his expression blank. He had the complete look of a celebrity.