A tall, handsome man approached with an air of arrogance. He was dressed from head to toe in designer labels, and about four or five bodyguards in black suits trailed behind him.
From his extravagant clothes, he looked like a successful man.
"Xia Hui!"
"Xia Hui is here!"
"Quick, give Xia Hui a seat."
The group of students seated in the booth all stood up in unison. They gave him a very warm reception.
Xia Hui was the most successful and promising member of the group, and they were counting on him to help them.
Yun Muyu stood up, albeit reluctantly, and said hello.
"We’re all classmates. You don’t have to be so formal. Please take a seat, everyone."
Xia Hui was widely celebrated and was very much in the limelight. Everyone hoped to make use of him and flattered him to the utmost, but he only nodded dryly to them. When he looked at Yun Muyu, his eyes immediately lit up, revealing his insatiable desire for her.
"I haven't seen you in years, Muyu. You’ve become more beautiful, and you are still so radiant."
Although five years was not a long time, it was sufficient to transform an inexperienced high school graduate into a mature adult. However, as with everything else in life, there were no guarantees, and all good things eventually succumb to the often harsh realities of life. Even the most innocent could turn cruel and ugly.
Yun Muyu, on the other hand, seemed immune to the cruel reality. She was still pure and charming like a sprite with a zealous attitude against evil. Xia Hui could not help but be moved.
Lu Mengting saw Yun Muyu’s indifference and urged her from the side, "Xiao Yu, Xia Hui is talking to you. Where are your manners?"
She kept winking at Yun Muyu, prodding her to seize the opportunity.
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