Clenching her fists, Zhang Xiaoyu growled indignantly, “It can't be! He's only an Average Joe from China without a prominent background and qualifications. How could he deserve the President of India to hold a formal banquet for him? That's impossible!”
She was still keeping her fingers crossed at the moment, hoping that Ye Fan had actually made a mistake and emerged uninvited.
Other than her, there was also sheer disbelief in the eyes of the three princes.
“It must be a mistake!”
“Something must have gone wrong!”
“Anyway, that brat is too young. He's only a typical naive punk.”
“How could he be the guest of honor for this banquet today?”
Flustered, Prince Duo Li and the other two princes glowered at Ye Fan menacingly.
Never had they expected a mind-numbing event would come hard on the heels of that, shattering their hope.
The moment Ye Fan came into sight, King Folo, the President of India,and the otherssitting highgot to their feet to welcome him. The President of India greeted him respectfully, “Mr. Chu, please be seated.”
“Mr. Chu, please be seated!” King Folo and the others greeted Ye Fan in unison as well.
Even the leader of a nation was in reverence of the latter.
In a split second, Zhang Xiaoyu, Prince Duo Li, and the other two princes were dumbstruck. Their eyes widened in disbelief; their minds went blank completely.
My goodness! Who had we provoked just now? At the thought, Prince Duo Li was scared to death. His legs gave way, and he slumped to the ground.
Stood rooted to the ground, his elder brother could not utter any words.
Prince Savanth's fists were clenched so hard that they began to bleed as he scowled at Ye Fan with fiery
eyes. It was as though there were burning flames in them.
Why is that so? Why is he the one? Both of us are around the same age. Why could he be seated with the elders in the royal families and greeted respectfully by them? On the other hand, I can only sit in the corner and watch enviously. Why is he deserving of all these?
Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaoyu's face turned ashen. She looked ahead blankly, gawking at Ye Fan's slender figure as if she had lost herself. Not only that, she suddenly felt a rush of inexplicit bitterness surging from within her.
Only then did Zhang Xiaoyu realize that her grandpa did not lie to her. It's true. Whatever Grandpa mentioned in the letter is true. If I can marry this man, it will be as easy as snapping a finger for me to lead a comfortable life.
Ye Fan was oblivious to Zhang Xiaoyu and the others' reactions. After all, they were merely small fries to him.
Ye Fan was unfazed by most people and things at his current level. It was as though an elephant was unperturbed by any crickets and ants.
Noa was the only one Ye Fan cared about in the spacious hall at the moment.
The young lady was self-aware that she was only a lowly nobody alongside Ye Fan. Hence, she moved away from the latter instinctively when the influential figures of India greeted him with reverence.
Standing aside obediently, she looked up at the man basking in the limelight silently like the other guests.
Ye Fan caught a glimpse of Noa moving away from him. He turned and chuckled before teasing her, “Hey! Noa, how could you leave me alone after bringing me here?”
Noa was stunned.
Right that instant, everyone's eyes were on Ye Fan. When those words escaped his mouth, it indirectly caused everyone to lock their gazes on Noa.
“Ye Fan, go up by yourself then. They are all big shots, and there's not even a place for me. Thus, it's good enough for a lowly junior like me to be seated down here,” Noa whispered to him.
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