He tried to smile, but even in the crowded hall, the fatigue and irritation on his face were obvious.
Clearly, his mood was far from good.
If it had been anyone else, Fang Qingyang might have walked straight past. The fact that he stopped to speak showed how favorable his impression of Ryan truly was.
"Yes," Ryan nodded. "We just came out. Elder Fang, is something wrong? You don't look too well."
Fang Qingyang sighed heavily. "How could I be in a good mood? It's all because of that candidate who caused such a huge commotion."
"That candidate?" Ryan asked, feigning curiosity.
"The one who just rushed to second place on the Outer House rankings!" Fang Qingyang replied. He paused, then asked, "Do you know him?"
Before Ryan could answer, Fang Qingyang shook his head. "Never mind. That kind of genius must be extremely proud. Someone like you probably wouldn't know him anyway."
Ryan and the others exchanged subtle smiles.
Know him?
Of course they did.
He was standing right here.
