Weren't There Four of Them?
編輯: EndlessFantasy Translation
While there was a buzz of discussions outside, and inside the office, the atmosphere was as still as death.
Qiu Yonggen and the others didn't dare to breathe loudly, waiting for the few seated individuals to speak, especially the young man sitting in the center.
The young man had sword-like eyebrows, giving him a firm yet subtly elegant appearance. His face didn't seem too cold, but it carried an aura that demanded respect.
He was dressed in a crisp white shirt that accentuated his slender waist, radiating an extraordinary temperament.
Rong Feiyu's cheeks flushed slightly, and her heart pounded. She thought, 'If this kind of man were to take an interest in me, I'd probably soar to new heights immediately.'
Rong Feiyu pinched her finger, trying to appear composed and make a good impression on that young man.
After a while, the young man sitting in the center finally spoke, "Is class over?"