The slender and imposing figure, along with that exquisitely handso face, was now caught in the eyes of Luo Yiyi and her trio.
"That guy is so handso! Look at how shaless Yan Xinxin is—she imdiately cozies up to hot guys and authoritative figures the mont she sees them!"
"Exactly! But, dang, that man is really gorgeous! I feel like I've seen his face sowhere before..."
"Pfft! Stop talking nonsense! Do you think soone like you would know such a high-caliber man?"
"It's him!"
Luo Yiyi suddenly exclaid, her almond-shaped eyes widening.
"Who?!"
"Who?!"
The two sidekicks excitedly turned their gaze toward Luo Yiyi.
"It's Mo Chuxi! The CEO of Di Jue Financial Group, the eldest heir of Ans City's most prestigious family! I saw him at a charity gala last year!"
Luo Yiyi spoke with noticeable pride, then stepped toward where Mo Chuxi was standing. Her two sidekicks reflexively followed—after all, when there's a handso guy to swoon over, they wouldn't miss the opportunity!
Because of Mo Chuxi's dazzling presence, quite a few students—both male and female—soon gathered around to watch, with so even recognizing him.
Xu Nuo stood not far away, staring at Mo Chuxi's composed and aloof face. A complex hatred flickered in his gaze.
"Yan Xinxin, what's making you daydream? Hurry up and greet your teacher!"
Director Yang urged.
Yan Xinxin clutched her textbook, her delicate brows knit together.
What the hell!
Why is this devil Mo Chuxi ssing with her out of the blue?
Yan Xinxin silently grumbled about him over and over in her heart, then reluctantly turned around.
Standing before her was Mo Chuxi, his noble and icy deanor radiating charisma.
Yan Xinxin had no choice but to give him an awkward smile.
"Mo..."
"Mo Shao, hello! Director Yang, Teacher Lu, Teacher Chen, hello to you too."
Luo Yiyi's sweet voice abruptly interrupted Yan Xinxin, her graceful and charming figure quickly appearing in front of the group, accompanied by her two sidekicks.
Director Yang, upon noticing Luo Yiyi, imdiately ignored Yan Xinxin and began proudly introducing her.
"Mo Shao, this is the most beautiful and outstanding student from our school, Luo Yiyi! It seems like you two might already know each other?"
"Director Yang, you're too kind!"
Luo Yiyi modestly smiled, then lifted her eyes toward Mo Chuxi with a proud smirk that briefly shot a glance at Yan Xinxin.
"I do know Mo Shao. At last year's charity gala, I even saw Mo Shao delivering a speech on stage!"
Watching from the sidelines, Yan Xinxin suddenly felt like she had turned into thin air. Maybe this was her chance to sneak away?
"If running into soone on the streets counts as acquaintance, then I suppose I do 'know' this Luo-whatever-classmate."
Mo Chuxi suddenly spoke, his cool and magnetic voice captivating listeners. Yet, his distant and cutting words froze Luo Yiyi's smile instantly, turning her red with embarrassnt.
Luo Yiyi's two sidekicks and Director Yang, along with the others, looked uncomfortable.
The onlookers couldn't help but chuckle at his words.
They assud Luo Yiyi really had connections with Mo Shao. But it turns out she had been deluding herself.
Mo Chuxi's indifferent gaze flicked up, locking onto Yan Xinxin, who was preparing to sneak away.
"Yan Xinxin."
He opened his mouth, saying her na with a natural ease.
Luo Yiyi and her group tilted their heads up in shock, only to see Mo Chuxi taking steps toward Yan Xinxin.
Yan Xinxin's heartbeat jumped like a rabbit. As Mo Chuxi's tall figure approached her, she subconsciously backed into the wall.
"Mo... Mo Professor?"
This is insane!
Mo Chuxi, don't ss around, okay?
There are so many eyes on us right now!
Yan Xinxin's heart was racing uncontrollably, but she saw Mo Chuxi's calm and elegant gaze fix on her. Then, he reached into his suit pocket, pulling out a light blue hairband.
Wasn't that the hairband she used to tie her hair?
Yan Xinxin's complexion turned pale, her beautiful eyes frozen in shock.
Mo Chuxi's thin lips moved slightly, his smile alluring.
"Yan Xinxin, you left your hairband at my house."
"..."
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