'Xia Xiaomin's half-joking words…'
'A successful Xianlai project would be good for Wei Zongting's political record?'
'Another step up?'
'Doesn't that mean…?'
Yang Qi arched an eyebrow and read on.
The group chat came alive with Xia Xiaomin's teasing.
[Wei Zongting: …Junior Sister Xia, could you please stop calling me Second Senior Brother? Old Wei, Old Zong, Brother Zongting, any of them work. And I'm not even fat. (helpless emoji)]
[Yang Fan: Haha, I second Brother Wei. That "Second Senior Brother" nickname does have some… unflattering connotations.]
[Fang Rong: Brother Wei is more than just not fat, he's refined, cultured, and very handsome. He's the face of our school!]
[Xia Xiaomin: Aww, it's just a habit! Don't be mad, Second Senior Brother. I'll treat you to dinner to make up for it. (innocent face)]
[Wei Zongting: ...]
[Wei Zongting: The face of the group is our youngest brother. I'm getting old. (sigh)]
