Xiao Yi felt everyone's gazes on her, especially Chen Menglin's, and couldn't help feeling a little at a loss.
She gently pinched the hem of her clothes, the movement delicate and graceful, just like her—untouched by dust, stirring the heart.
Chen Menglin's attitude toward Xiao Yi was far better than his attitude toward Chen Xiaojun.
He smiled, his tone full of an elder's affection. "Xiao Yi, don't speak up for him. Even if you were the one who asked him to absorb the soul ring, as Team Leader, he ignored the time and place. That's his problem."
Girls were still better, especially proud daughters of heaven. They always got preferential treatment!
As a saying on Blue Star went: raise sons poor, raise daughters rich!
The Chen Clan was more or less the same, perhaps even more so.
If one went by the tropes of Blue Star novels, someone like Xiao Yi was very easy to like. Even if people did not like her, they would not dislike her.
Just standing there, she was a character setting in herself, like a unique landscape, forming a style all her own.
And she was the type with a high floor and an even higher ceiling.
Shen Lang also smiled and teased, "Xiaojun is usually such a smart person, so how did he lose all judgment the moment he heard Xiao Yi's words? Looks like one thing really does subdue another. Our Xiaojun has met his 'nemesis' too."
Shen Lang had not seen her before this; he had only heard of her. During this support operation, they had not spoken much along the way either.
In truth, he had always wanted to see what kind of person could capture the heart of a heaven-sent genius like Chen Xiaojun.
Now that he had seen her,