The other members of the Qingyan Society laughed.
"Since y'all know what to do, let's disperse," Feng Qingyan said calmly.
"Yes!"
The members of the Qingyan Society replied in unison and left the hall. Only Ruan Banlian remained in her seat.
"Why aren't you leaving?" Feng Qingyan asked.
"I'm leaving so that the president can lick his wounds alone," Ruan Banlian replied coldly.
"You still speak in such an unlikable manner," Feng Qingyan frowned and said.
"So, how does it feel to be mocked by a freshman?" Ruan Banlian didn't seem to care. A smile appeared at the edge of her lips as she continued asking.
"No big deal, just a newcomer who doesn't know his place." Feng Qingyan replied indifferently.
"Tsk, you're still so two-faced. Aren't you tired of pretending?" Ruan Banlian shook her head. She stood up and stretched lazily, her body tracing graceful curves as she walked towards the exit of the hall. "I'm leaving. You can take your time licking your wounds."
