Fan Zhuo and others, who came out to the backyard to avoid the disaster, were sitting on the stone bench in the backyard and mindlessly chatting with each other.
"Hey!" Fei Yan was in an irritable mood, and as he saw his friends gathered together, he snorted in exasperation.
Qiao Chu and others immediately turned to look at him.
At the sight of Fei Yan, they knew that this fella must have gotten snubbed again.
"I said, Yan Er, why haven't you made any progress for so many years?" Qiao Chu, with one hand on his chin, looked at Fei Yan with a gloating smile.
"How would I know? If I know what is wrong, would it still be dragging out till now?" Fei Yan sat on the stone bench in a huff, sticking his long legs up. Compared with the past adolescence, the innocence Fei Yan once had faded, in its place, a chic and elegant appearance.
