He only paused for a second before shifting his gaze away.
Fang Xinxin truly could not tell who this bouquet of roses came from.
Throughout the period, she listened seriously to Ya Lun's class.
She had to admit that his teaching was of a certain standard.
Indeed, considering Jing Hua University's status, how could they possibly let just anyone come in to be a lecturer? Naturally, the candidate would have to fulfil their requirements.
It seemed like the Hei Xiao organisation did not only consist of shady outcasts. There were also talented individuals mixed in.
Of course, considering that Heixiao was a top-notch, international underground organisation, it made sense that their people were skilled in every way.
Every so often, Jiang Xingnan would peek at Fang Xinxin. When she focused on the lesson, she appeared both quiet and serious. Her posture was upright and her aura was akin to that of an especially graceful and refined lady.
