"Miss Yan said that if madam wanted to tell her, she would naturally say it. If madam didn’t instruct , I wouldn’t contact her without permission."
Liu Daqing suddenly felt very relieved.
At this mont, what she needed was not a weeping woman, crying out to the heavens was useless, and instead would expose their target.
On Friday afternoon, as Yan Xixi just left the classroom, a group of boys surrounded her.
The one leading the charge was the South Korean student Li Xianzhen, who often chased her to the gym for sparring. Li Xianzhen whistled, "Yan, are you free tomorrow night?"
Yan Xixi was taken aback, and only then rembered that he had ntioned a very important party tomorrow night that so big corporate figures would attend.
"Yan, this is a rare opportunity. I can only bring one person. For you, I’ve turned down several good friends, and they all scolded for prioritizing romance over friendship. If you don’t go, it’ll be such a waste. Others begging won’t work; I’m only saving this chance for you."
Yan Xixi was amused and smiled, but she didn’t like Li Xianzhen’s tone—too arrogant.
Li Xianzhen was the typical South Korean man, small eyes, a flat nose, and always spoke arrogantly. Given his attendance at South Country University, his family background probably wasn’t bad, and Yan Xixi only just noticed that he was covered in luxury brands.
He casually said, "Yan Xixi, the opportunity is extrely rare, you’ll regret it if you refuse."
In Korean dramas, the male protagonists are always gentle, domineering, and devoted, but in reality, South Korean n are particularly arrogant. Yan Xixi had long noted this, so she paused slightly.
Li Xianzhen looked her up and down.
Since the start of school, Yan Xixi had been low-key, wearing jeans and jackets, driving a very ordinary car. This was completely different from the many Chinese rich girls flaunting brand nas prominently. He thought, Yan Xixi’s family must be ordinary.
And right then, his sense of superiority swelled.
Just then, a group of Asian girls ran over.
"Senior, we heard there’s a party tomorrow night, take us with you..."
"Oppa, you promised last ti you’d co see , but you never did, so I had to co find you..."
A bunch of kawaii girls, Yan Xixi couldn’t tell if they were South Korean or R Country. Moreover, so were clearly from other schools.
South Korean girls without costic surgery were indeed shocking, all with monolids and small eyes. Among them, there was a tall girl who was the prettiest in the group.
She had the most typical high nose from the South Korean costic surgery scene, had undergone bone-cutting surgery, and at a glance, probably modeled after Kim Taixi.
She arrogantly glanced at Yan Xixi, perhaps seeing her extraordinary beauty, her tone dripping with hostility: "Is this girl from A Country?"
She spoke in South Korean, assuming Yan Xixi didn’t understand: "Why are you with this woman?"
"She’s my university classmate."
The girl was incredulous: "She got into South Country University? Really?"
"Absolutely true."
The girl’s eyes imdiately showed imnse jealousy and suspicion, scrutinizing her up and down, and continued in South Korean: "Did she have plastic surgery? Who did she model after?"
Li Xianzhen didn’t answer the question, just winked: "I’ve already promised to take her."
"How can you do this? You promised before, I ca here specifically because I feared you’d forget..."
"Next ti then..."
"No, you promised ..."
"I’ve been preparing for so long..."
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