"Tang Fei, who are you waiting for?" Shi Yanfeng walked over and asked.
The man had a handsome face, with a sunny smile, looking quite charming and attractive.
But in Tang Fei's eyes, she felt like no man in the world could compare to a single strand of Chen Xi's hair.
She smiled and answered Shi Yanfeng, "I'm waiting for my boyfriend, he's coming to pick me up soon."
Hearing Tang Fei say the words "boyfriend," the man's heart suddenly felt a sharp pain.
He forced a smile, "Your boyfriend is something else, hasn't been here for a couple of weeks, typical rich kid, huh?"
Shi Yanfeng really looked down on that kid named Ye Chenxi.
He always felt that, besides being attractive to women, there was an inexplicable dominance in his bones, the kind of dominance that seemed innate, as if unattainably noble.
Since Tang Fei came to this school, he had noticed her, and later she entered their art gallery, he took great care of her.
