A young man walked over and sneered.
"Brother Long, my friend was just joking." When Wang Yu saw who it was, a trace of helplessness flashed across her eyes. She stood up and replied.
"Oh, so it's Wang Yu."
This young man's name was Long Fei. He was also a young master from a second- or third-tier family in Qingfeng City. His family was a little rich. At this moment, he seemed to have just seen Wang Yu and revealed a faint smile. "After Wang Yu went to university, she seemed to have forgotten about us. I heard that you're now hugging the thigh of a descendant of an aristocratic family from Jiangnan. No wonder you have the capital."
"Brother Long, you must be joking." Wang Yu's smile turned cold.
