"It's you!" Simon Zuo looked at Evan Lin, his expression darkening.
Evan Lin glanced at Simon Zuo, his gaze calm and unruffled.
Not long ago, Evan Lin had slapped Simon Zuo so hard he sent him flying; seeing Simon here now, Evan was a bit surprised.
"Evan Lin!" Owen Ou walked over, snickering when he saw Evan. "Well, it really is you. Didn't you just say you weren't coming? Changed your mind already? You're pretty fickle, huh? Or have you been tailing us the whole time?"
"Obviously. Otherwise, how did he get in?" Allen Zeng looked at Evan Lin with interest. Seeing Evan chatting with Rachel Liu, Allen's jealousy burned hotter than ever.
"When did you get here?" Sisi Shao looked at Evan Lin, curious.
Previously, Evan Lin had seemed more and more impressive to Sisi Shao—he'd genuinely surprised her at times.
But just now, after seeing Simon Zuo and the others, Sisi Shao looked at Evan Lin again and felt maybe he wasn't all that special after all.
He didn't seem that impressive—at most, just a frog at the bottom of a well.
Seeing Evan Lin here now, it was obvious he'd snuck upstairs following the rest of them—otherwise, there was no way he could've gotten in.
Claire Sheng's eyes lit up when she saw Evan Lin, but when she noticed Rachel Liu beside him, her gaze dimmed a little. "You came."
"Yeah, I decided to come up at the last minute," Evan Lin nodded slightly at Claire Sheng.
"Hey, we're talking to you. Can't you hear us?"
Owen Ou looked annoyed when he realized Evan Lin had ignored him.
"Evan Lin, right? We invited you earlier and you didn't come, but now you show up by yourself. That's not really cool, is it?" Vincent Wen sneered.
Now that he'd learned Evan Lin's background, Vincent Wen felt there was no need to be polite with him anymore.
"Luran, this is my cousin Vincent Wen. We're all here to hang out tonight—why don't you stay and join us?" Simon Zuo took a deep breath, plastered on a smile, and looked at Rachel Liu.
Then, glancing at Evan Lin, Simon Zuo gave a cold laugh. "As for this guy..."
Simon Zuo snapped his fingers.
In no time, a middle-aged man in a suit hurried over.