"Oh." Shangguan Qiuya's face reappeared with a smile, patting Tian Jing's back, and said softly: "The situation with second-generation in the Imperial City is complicated, just focus on your training in the group, and it's better not to get too involved with some people."
"Mm-hmm, I understand." Jing nodded, "Thank you, Sister Shangguan, for your concern."
She was such a clever person, and after a brief encounter with Wang Yubo, she roughly knew what kind of person he was.
Not that he was bad, but she just didn't like him.
She had met many such people through introductions by friends or her parents.
For instance, the one her father had always wanted to set her up with, Liang Yufan.
Perhaps because both their names had the word "Yu" in it, she was subconsciously resistant to communicate with Wang Yubo.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have refused him directly at the dinner he organized.
Listening to their conversation, Shen Yuyan's lips tightened, her feelings extremely complex.
