Putting on the long dress from last year's graduation party and applying the makeup from then too, Wang Lingyu looked at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath, clenched her fist to cheer herself on, then stepped out to catch a taxi to the reunion venue.
In their class, no one anticipated that their class president was actually the son of the 10th richest person in Lingquan City, a true fourth-generation rich kid.
Even Wang Lingyu, the committee member's daughter, had no idea.
During all three years of high school, the class president never once mentioned his background, unlike the always flamboyant Li Yiming.
Thinking of Li Yiming, Wang Lingyu couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Two days ago, when she and Guo Xu invited Yan Luo to the class reunion, Yan Luo genuinely couldn't remember who Li Yiming was.
To Yan Luo, Li Yiming's existence was insignificant, neither particularly liked nor disliked, so he simply forgot about him to save memory space.
