"Boss!" Little Tyrant Yuan exclaimed excitedly, "This time, you really hit the jackpot in the competition for the freshman top prize! Haha, so many people are green with envy out there, saying how lucky you got to receive Ling Yueyue's favor and skyrocket to the top with her help."
Little Tyrant Yuan continued with a look of disdain, "Those people are just all talk. If they're really capable, why don't they try to win over Ling Yueyue? Let's see if she'd take them under her wing! Bah, just talking won't get them anything!"
"But I really didn't expect that Ling Yueyue had such ability. I never saw her as that incredible before!" Little Tyrant Yuan said, smacking his lips in amazement.
The always silent Sima Jue, who was off to the side, lifted his eyes, which were as deep as midnight, and said, "It's not her."
Ling Yueyue is not that impressive.
He looked at Luo Qingtong and said, "Congratulations, boss."
