His expression was unpleasant, and he even rolled his eyes several times as he spoke. Gu Mian followed the direction Teacher Slaughter's eyes rolled and saw another familiar figure: Lu Yi. So, Lu Yi was the one conversing with Teacher Slaughter.
He was standing in a dark corner next to the audience seats; shadows obscured the spot. Without looking closely, one wouldn't have noticed anyone standing there at all.
Wasn't it said he wasn't in the audience during the carnival? I spent so much time looking for him upstairs.
Gu Mian focused his gaze on the silhouette in the corner.
Lu Yi leaned against the dim wall with one arm across his chest, a cigarette in his other hand. Unlike the other excited Upper Class People, Lu Yi seemed uninterested in the performance on stage, his gaze never leaving the cigarette in his hand.
