Ji Wutong awkwardly scratched his face, suddenly finding himself amidst the group that had unknowingly gathered, and made a face at Yao Qianhan: "Class monitor, we've all graduated so many years ago, whether we're late or not..."
"Mr. Pang mentioned you just the other day, should I give him your current phone number?"
Yao Qianhan narrowed her eyes dangerously, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes. She had to admit, with the 'class monitor' persona, she seemed more intimidating than her 'board director' identity in the real world.
"Ha... haha... just let me go like a fart, will you?"
Ji Wutong shivered, then looked around at his old friends, all staring somewhat unfriendly at him, cleared his throat and said solemnly, "So, everyone is already aware of the details, right?"
