"He looks pretty friendly. Doesn't seem that crazy."
Watching Wang Yan approach from the distance, Lin Xiao muttered.
"Who looks the same in person as they do on the surface?" Gu Li snorted. "You're unbelievably stupid. You'll get conned to death sooner or later."
"He looks so skinny. He doesn't seem like he can fight that well either." Tang Wanru's words were full of doubt again, along with a hint of eagerness to try.
Nan Xiang wore a helpless expression. "Please, give me a break. He's obviously coming over to make sarcastic remarks at me. You have no idea—he practically cursed Xi Cheng to death, calling him trash every other word."
"Was he wrong?" Gu Li said. "Cursing that bastard Xi Cheng to death would still be letting him off easy."
In the time it took to exchange a few words, Wang Yan had already sauntered over.
He smiled brightly. "Look at that, what a coincidence. We're all from the same school, and we're all in Baoshan, yet I'd somehow never run into someone as pretty as you before. Then we had a little conflict today, and right after that, here we are. Nan Xiang, we're fated."
"Who's fated with you?" Nan Xiang refused to look at Wang Yan.
"That little piece of trash said that if I harassed you again, he definitely wouldn't let me off. Come on, take out your phone and let's get a picture together. Send it to him. I'm getting impatient—I want to see exactly how he plans not to let me off."
"Are you insane? The police already mediated things, and Xi Cheng was just talking tough. Why are you clinging to it? Besides, staring at people like that really is rude."
"What do you mean, staring? I was appreciating your beauty. That trash