In response, Lin Zhiyi neither refuted nor left.

He couldn't beat Han Xu now, so he decided not to force it, otherwise he would be the one getting hurt.

Anyway, he has no job and no friends now. No one cares whether he goes home or not. Living here can also save a few days of water and electricity bills, which is good.

On the third day, Lin Zhiyi received a call from his roommate, telling him that the payment for his part-time job at the club had been received.

"Luckily, you're covering for me for a few days. Otherwise, I really don't know what I would do. I'll transfer the compensation to your bank account." The roommate then asked, "By the way, do you want to continue working? Our boss said you're quite good at sales."

"No, I have something to do recently." Lin Zhiyi said.

"Preparing for the IELTS?" the other person sighed. "You have the most energy I've ever seen. You got off work until midnight those days and still memorized vocabulary before going to bed. You will definitely achieve your dream."

"Thank you for your good wishes." Lin Zhiyi smiled.

Seven years ago, he suddenly returned to China, not only breaking up with Han Xu, but also interrupting his studies.

So when facing Han Xu, he actually felt a little guilty. It was he who left without saying goodbye, so it was normal for Han Xu to hate him.

But they were originally from two different worlds, and the short-lived love was nothing but a mirage. Even if he didn't leave at that time, they would definitely break up.

Now he just wants to save enough money to continue his interrupted studies.

The phone rang, and it was the singer who had arranged to sing a song, asking about the progress.

Lin Zhiyi found the notebook and pen in the room, put Han Xu's affairs behind his mind, and wrote the notes stroke by stroke.

Meanwhile, the bar.

Han Xu raised his head and drank a glass of beautiful wine, then asked hoarsely on the other end of the phone, "How's the news on the breakup?"

"It's trending." Wen Qingqing's voice was very cautious. "And I told the media that we've never been together. I even created a black trending topic for myself, saying that I was paying you back. You didn't expose me because of my mother's face."

"Yeah." Han Xu was quite satisfied.

But then, Wen Qingqing's words made him frown.

"Well...your dad asked me why you went into the club with a guy." Wen Qingqing wanted to cry, but she couldn't. "I told him that you were looking for a new agent. He asked me...when could I meet him?"

Han Xu: “…”

Han Xu: "Don't sing the OST anymore, what's the point of you."

…

After Lin Zhiyi finished writing the basic score, he heard the door open.

He turned around and Han Xu walked in with a bag and threw it on the table.

Lin Zhiyi took a look and found that it was a pile of ice cream, all strawberry flavored, the flavor he hated the most.

The young man seemed to have drunk some wine, and his voice was hoarse: "What have you been doing these days?"

Lin Zhiyi didn't answer. He just sat across from him, looked at him, and said, "Han Xu, I want to leave."

His tone was calm and emotionless, but it easily angered Han Xu.

"It seems that you have forgotten the pain after the wound healed."

Han Xu walked over with a sneer, stood in front of Lin Zhiyi, pinched his face with one hand, and said in an unquestionable tone:

"Open your mouth."