Gu Yuzhe rarely meddles in others' affairs, and he hardly interacts with anyone. Yet, there's an indescribable authority in that captivating face of his.
Almost everything he says, everyone would stand by his side, as if his words were the ultimate truth.
The girls were infatuated and worshipped him. Whereas the boys, in his presence, could only revel in their inferiority.
After all, it's an era where beauty rules. To be good looking is to have the freedom to be willful.
Gu Yuzhe looked at Ma Yuechao, "I struck you, you can report it."
His eyes were deep black, bearing a profound pressure.
Ma Yuechao didn't want to be his adversary, so he chuckled, "It's all a misunderstanding! My fault. I was wrong today."
He was not foolish; looking at the scenario, Gu Yuzhe intended to intervene.
Offending Ye Fanxing didn't bother him, but offending Gu Yuzhe, no matter how he thought about it, it was a losing situation.