His gaze shifted backward slightly, landing on another young man in his twenties. The two of them exuded a sense of defiance and arrogance.
From their earlier conversation, it was easy to deduce: the man in front carried the surname Ning, while the one behind was surnamed Si, called Si Yan.
As for these handsome young men, Yu Jingrong felt absolutely nothing, only seeing them as immature brats.
After all, she had a striking husband at home—Mr. Li, an exceptional specimen of male beauty. Compared to him, any other man looked like mere weeds.
She was just about to shift her gaze away when she suddenly noticed the man surnamed Ning, seated in her row, tilting his chin slightly upward and casting a cold, disdainful look in her direction.
Yu Jingrong was speechless. She pursed her lips, then let out a smirk tinged with sarcasm and contempt.
