A mocking voice came, causing Chen Nan to turn his head in confusion, and he saw a few young scions from aristocratic families.
The leader held a folding fan, with strands of hair drifting across his forehead, giving him a somewhat handsome and dashing appearance. At this moment, his eyes were mocking as he looked over.
Behind him were five or six men and women, all of noble demeanor, none of them from ordinary families.
If the real Sun Jiancheng were here, he would definitely recognize who they were, but Chen Nan was an imposter, a novice, so he asked in confusion, "Um... Who are you?"
The leading young master laughed heartily upon hearing this, pointing his fan at Chen Nan, "Haha, have you been scared silly? You don't even recognize Young Master Song?"
A woman stepped forward with a deliberately coquettish voice, saying, "Ah, Young Master Song, I think this loser is just pretending not to know you."
