The private room was filled with the scent of incense, with wisps of smoke curling upwards. The aroma lingered faintly.
As Zhang Boyuan spoke, Lu Cheng's phone rang.
Glancing at the screen, Lu Cheng apologized, "I'm sorry... teachers, I'll step outside to take this call."
Lu Cheng left immediately after speaking, without waiting for approval from the others.
Once Lu Cheng was out, the group exchanged glances, and the atmosphere grew slightly awkward.
"Good afternoon, Professor Lu." Lu Cheng greeted courteously as he reached outside the private room.
The incoming call was from Lu Cheng's contact marked as Lu Mang: "Xiao Lu, the young person everyone's talking about recently in the inner circle, is that you?"
"Those hands, I recognized them immediately as yours."
Lu Cheng was slightly puzzled, "Inner circle? What inner circle are you referring to?"
