Only Yang Jing always kept to himself, never trying to join their circle. He maintained an attitude toward them that was neither servile nor overbearing—he didn't try to curry favor, nor did he show the slightest fear. This composure made him deeply uncomfortable.
He thought to himself, 'If it were Lin Wenxuan here, he would have already run over to say hello, a fawning look on his face as he tried to start a conversation. He wouldn't be cold and distant like Yang Jing.'
Seeing Yang Jing's attitude, Su Qingyue, who stood to the side, couldn't help but snort. A flash of contempt crossed her eyes; she was clearly very displeased with Yang Jing's poised demeanor.
In her eyes, Yang Jing came from some remote backwater and had poor aptitude besides. He had no right to put on such airs in front of them.
