Ye Xi had finally had enough and grabbed her purse to storm out.
Just as Sang Yun was about to follow, Lu Lingxiao's raised arm stopped him.
Lu Lingxiao's presence was something Sang Yun, a refined university professor, couldn't compare with.
Sang Yun bowed his head, looked at the arm before him, and asked, "Mr. Lu, what does this mean?"
Lu Lingxiao spoke with a hint of scorn, "I've always thought Professor Sang was intelligent enough to understand what I said, but apparently not…"
Sang Yun's eyebrows knit together in frustration at Lu Lingxiao's behavior, which seemed mature on the surface but was actually childish.
"Mr. Lu, I need to go find Ye Xi. If you have something to say, say it; if not, let me pass."
Lu Lingxiao's lips curved up slightly, not in a smile, but rather he spoke indifferently, "I believe I reminded Professor Sang the last time we met, you and Ye Xi... are not suitable."
