Of the remaining two, the slightly taller one was named Zhao Xiaodao. Although her name meant "little knife," she wasn't sharp at all; on the contrary, she was rather introverted. Since getting off the plane, she had barely said two words.
Sitting with Zhao Xiaodao was Yang Fangfang, who wore a pair of large, scholarly-looking glasses. She gave off the distinct vibe of a homeroom teacher.
One could say that each of the seven people had their own unique characteristics. They also had one thing in common: they were rich. Taken individually, any one of them was wealthier than the owner of any publicly listed company in Hui City.
Si Wen grit her teeth, certain that Xue Yang was doing this on purpose. He was intentionally holding hands with Lin Xi in front of her and deliberately letting the other girls see the hickeys on his neck. That guy had gotten a lot more scheming after just a few days apart. Damn him. Just you wait.
