Yun Qi Society | The venue was bustling, and a charity auction was about to start. An Qiye had arrived ten minutes early.
Since discovering on Thursday night that Dongfang Yunqi and Ye Fan were having a late-night snack together, An Qiye felt extremely resentful.
Although he knew that Ye Fan was not as poor as he appeared, he always subconsciously regarded Ye Fan as an insignificant poor boy who had emerged from nowhere.
As one of the Four Young Masters of Hua Hai, ranking even higher than the new generation of Four Young Masters, he had been pursuing Dongfang Yunqi for three years. During these three years, although he hadn't madly declared his love, he never lacked the courtesies of holiday greetings and gifting flowers and presents. Not to mention supporting the Yun Qi Society events, but he only managed to secure a friendship slightly better than that of ordinary friends.
How could he swallow his pride when Ye Fan, a nobody, had quietly swept Dongfang Yunqi off her feet?
