Zhong Shuyao stood tall and graceful at the very front of the crowd, like a snow lotus blooming in proud defiance, radiating a cold beauty that made her unapproachable. Even her every breath seemed to convey an unquestionable indifference and distance.
Her beautiful, fathomless eyes were like sharp blades, and the slight upward curve of her lips only accentuated her aloof, untamed pride;
When her gaze swept over everyone present, it was as though she were inspecting a pile of lifeless objects.
Yet within that seemingly casual curve of her lips lurked a trace of contempt that even she herself had not noticed.
"You're Ying Ming Hao?"
Zhong Shuyao's voice was bone-chilling and merciless, as though it could pierce a person's soul.
At the same time, her eyes kept carefully sizing up the man named Ying Ming Hao before her, as though she wanted to see through his outward appearance into his innermost thoughts.
Faced with such fierce, oppressive bearing and questioning, Ying Ming Hao's expression did not change, nor did his heart skip a beat. He remained remarkably composed.
He answered unhurriedly, "Greetings, Senior Sister Zhong! I am indeed Ying Ming Hao. May I ask what brings you here so suddenly today?"
As he spoke, Ying Ming Hao kept a breezy smile on his face. Naturally, people of different standing called for entirely different attitudes and tones!
After all, he had never been the sort to meekly accept a loss.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yuan, Su Mei, Luo Bai, and the others beside them glared viciously at Ying Ming Hao, their eyes brimming with resentment and jealousy.
Although they seethed with hatred for Ying Ming Hao, Zhong Shuyao's imposing presence intimidated them, and none dared step forward to interject so much as a word.
That alone showed just how formidable