God Wang Yan?

Wang Yibo walked out from the crowd with a round face and narrowed eyes, walking straight towards He Meng.

From afar, he smiled before he even said anything.

"Meng Meng, you're really beautiful today. Duan Mu, we're brothers. Eat well and drink well. I'll introduce you to the two big brothers later. Chu Ge, why didn't you come out to play when you were in the capital? Are you busy with your studies?"

Wang Yibo was 24 years old and was in his second year of graduate school. His maturity was far beyond that of a young boy.

When he greeted people, the spring breeze blew across his face. His eyes were clear and bright, and he had the demeanor of a big brother.

When the crowd from before dispersed, they immediately formed four to five small circles.

The graduates from the three schools, experiment, No. 2 High School, and the private sector of the nobility, Gu Jiao, gathered separately.