Shen Xuan's malicious eyes narrowed, her lips curling up in a smirk.
"The teachers all say that. It seems Yun Yue really is that man's lover, flaunting her borrowed power from him."
"One should really keep a low profile; otherwise, the day he kicks her to the curb, she won't have a way out."
Yaonan casually sized her up with a glance, but then he froze.
The person before him wasn't an exact match to his imagination but there were seven or eight points of resemblance, especially that pair of eyes—her almond-colored pupils always carried an untamed, haughty arrogance, as if no one else mattered.
His experienced eyes gradually narrowed even more; she was just too similar.
Doubt took root and blossomed in his heart. Without showing any change in his expression, he turned to ask Ruan Yingtong, "You just said she's been your friend since childhood?"
Ruan Yingtong nodded: "Yes, we're very close, just like me. She bought me my first piano."
