The principal gave up his seat of honor and said humbly, "Young Master Ye, sit here."
However, Ye Wangchuan did not go over. He pulled over the seat beside Qiao Nian and said gracefully, "Have a seat. I have a seat here."
He smiled and glanced at the girl beside him with his deep eyes. His voice was slightly hoarse and low. "1 can sit beside her."
With his intimate tone and attitude, anyone could tell that something was going on between the two of them.
However, the people in the private room either did not dare to say it or were too embarrassed to say it. Only Chen Yuan, who was sitting in the corner, had a dark gaze and couldn't hide his disappointment.
He had always known that this day would come. He thought that he was prepared. But when he saw the ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them with his own eyes, he realized that he was not as strong as he had imagined.
He was still disappointed.
There was a casual smile on Ye Wangchuan's lips. He didn't seem to be looking at the boy, but he also seemed to be looking at him.
"Young Master Ye, why are you free to come over today? You should have told me in advance. I could have prepared..." Principal Yu had been quite uncomfortable since he appeared. He didn't even know where to place his hands.
It was mainly because Ye Wangchuan had a special status. He would be worshipped in a place like Beijing, let alone in a small place like Rao City.
As an ordinary principal of a high school, he was really a little nervous.
Ye Wangchuan noticed this and smiled slightly. He lazily looked in the direction of the girl who was sitting down with her cap pushed down. He smiled faintly and said softly, "1 also decided to come over at the last minute to freeload. The main reason is that I didn't get an answer. I'm in a hurry."
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