Zhang Xiaoliang paused, noticing the companion who seemed to have a close relationship with Lu Huan, sitting together. He had asked before and was told that it was the Yao Family's second young master, currently studying at Tsinghua. Zhang thought Lu Huan was indeed lucky, even his childhood friend was the Yao Family's second young master who was also at Tsinghua.
At Yao Zibao's cold examination, Zhang Xiaoliang's lips slightly curled into what appeared to be a friendly smile, before he lowered his head to resume drawing.
After Yao Zibao turned his head back, his eyebrows were knitted, and he asked Lu Huan, "Who is he, does he know you?"
"He's my classmate from the same dormitory." Lu Huan didn't mind, as he had never really taken Zhang Xiaoliang seriously nor had he let him get under his skin. What could Zhang Xiaoliang do? At most he was just a bragging grasshopper, one that could be squashed with a single punch.