It Was All That Guy's Fault!

The stage lighting effects were quite good. Even from the middle of the very front row, everything was clearly visible, and the sound quality was excellent as well.

Besides the three of them, this table also held a highly experienced professor, an elderly man who clearly had a lofty status, the president of Yizhou University, and another distinguished old woman.

The table should have seated eight people, but only these seven were present.

Compared with the other four, the three of them were the ones who seemed out of place.

Only after An You walked behind the curtain did Ji Weiwei ask An Yang in a low voice, "How did you get these seats?"

An Yang answered in the same low voice, "The aura of a born overlord..."

Ji Weiwei's hand quietly moved to his waist.

"Hiss... Don't pinch me, don't pinch me!"

With a smile on her face, Ji Weiwei discreetly surveyed the surroundings before asking, "What aura of a born overlord?"

"Ahem, I was joking. Just kidding. That aura is all on you, Elder. How could I have any?" An Yang immediately backed down. "It was like this: when I went out just now, I ran into an old leader I knew. I'd dealt with him on behalf of the company before, so we'd met once! He happened to have four empty seats here, so we got lucky and took them!"

Ji Weiwei frowned. "Isn't that leader sitting here?"

"He probably... isn't?"

"Exactly. If he wanted to sit here, he wouldn't have given the seats to you!" Ji Weiwei rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. "Fools really do have all the luck. I never get that kind of luck!"

"I..."

"What 'I'? You're crafty and deceitful, and you still have the nerve to say you were going