I looked over and saw two people walking in through the door.
On the left was a tall, handsome young man, wearing a branded suit, looking quite extraordinary, and on the right was a tall girl in heavy makeup, dressed rather provocatively.
The two walked in arm in arm, intimately.
In an instant, the whole room was in an uproar, many people stood up, enthusiastically greeted the young man.
My expression changed slightly, this guy named Mark Anderson, not only was he outstanding in appearance, he was also the former class heartthrob, and has a privileged family background, a typical rich second generation.
In school, he was a man of influence.
But I wasn't concerned about Mark Anderson, rather it was the girl beside him. Her name was Megan Davis, if I remembered correctly, back in the third year of middle school, Megan was with Robert Wilson.
I looked at Robert Wilson in surprise.
