Wei Jiajie and Mo Weidong, Tang Yue didn't understand them well, but now it seemed that they were all full of vitality, each with boundless prospects.
Looking at Tang Jun again, Tang Yue could no longer find the streetwise youth of her previous life.
With facial features somewhat resembling those of Tang Zhengde, Tang Jun carried a sunny and handsome appearance, his eyes firm and imposing, no longer the naive youth he once was.
"Xiao Jun, how did you do on this exam?" Tang Yue inquired.
"Sister." Tang Jun looked expectantly at Tang Yue with a plea for praise, "Guess which place I got?"
Tang Jun's appearance made Tang Yue's eyes sparkle, she asked, "First?"
"I am the first." Wei Jiajie spoke swiftly as he ran over, happily raising his hand.
"Wei Jiajie, would it kill you to keep quiet!" Tang Jun kicked out in annoyance, his huffy demeanor akin to a cat that stepped on a sore spot.
