As they spoke, Lu Sheng introduced Zheng Xianggui to Chen Jiaorong. However, Chen Jiaorong clearly did not care much about the Zheng Family.
To him, the son of a rural landlord from some fringe little city did not even qualify to enter his circle, let alone stand beside someone like him.
Even Lu Sheng himself would not have caught his attention if his younger sister had not kept praising and talking about him in his ear every day. Of course, things were different now. Lu Sheng had saved his life. Afterward, he had asked quite a few people, and they all said they had seen the pleasure boat burst into flames—the blaze could be seen from more than ten miles away.
When he learned the details, he broke out in a cold sweat on the spot. Even now, he did not dare board any boat, the incident having left a shadow in his heart.
After learning Chen Jiaorong's identity, Zheng Xianggui immediately adopted an eager, ingratiating manner, so much so that Zheng Yu'er and Lu Sheng could barely stand to watch. Yet they knew that was simply the sort of person he was. In his own words, a true man had to be able to bend and stretch.
As the group chatted, Lu Sheng gradually became more of a listener, only responding from time to time. Everyone knew his temperament, so no one minded.
While listening, Lu Sheng casually swept his gaze across the crowd. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on an old beggar huddled in a corner.
This old beggar was somewhat different from the others. Though it was the height of summer, this was East Mountain Academy, at the foot of East Mountain, where it was cold and damp all year round. Even in midsummer, the ground was chilly