Upon seeing Ling Haijun leave with a group of people, Yang Qingyin pulled Luo Ziling back to their private room.
The dishes had already been served, covering the entire table.
But Yang Qingyin had lost her appetite, and Luo Ziling didn't start eating right away either.
"Do you know them?" Once seated, Luo Ziling hurriedly asked.
"I know one or two of them," nodded Yang Qingyin, "The one leading them is called Ling Haijun, a prodigal son of no small reputation in academic circles."
"What kind of person is Ling Haijun?" Luo Ziling asked another question.
Yang Qingyin looked earnestly at Luo Ziling for a moment, and ultimately couldn't bring herself to refuse his inquiry, but after thinking for a bit, she first countered with a question, "Have you heard of some of the famous families in Yanjing?"
Luo Ziling shook his head, "I don't know, aside from some things at school, I'm oblivious to everything else."
"How did you get into a conflict with them?" Yang Qingyin asked again.