Four people, each with their own thoughts, slowly walked toward the cafeteria. However, it was at this moment that Yang Yifeng's brow furrowed, focus locking onto a group of people not far from the entrance of the cafeteria.
This group, all dressed in a slovenly fashion, was led by two young men in suits and leather shoes. However, the young man on the left wore a smug smile, while the one on the right had a stern expression, standing there like a stone carving, stiff and out of place as if even the suit on his body seemed awkward and ill-fitting.
Yet, what drew Yifeng's attention was not those young men but the person they were surrounding at that moment.
"Xian Ran?!"
At that moment, Yang Yifeng's face darkened, and he immediately quickened his pace toward Shi Xianran!
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At this time, Shi Xianran stood defiantly in front of the young man, her face expressing neither subservience nor arrogance.
"Young Master Huo, I don't recall offending you. Why are you blocking my way?"