Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu looked at each other, and Jiang Yiyu shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he knew nothing.

Song Shengsheng touched his head, and Jiang Yiyu leaned on her shoulder, held her hand, stretched out a finger, and drew circles on her palm. As he drew, it turned into a game where Song Shengsheng wanted to hold his finger, and he quickly took it back to prevent her from holding it.

When they were almost at the hotel, Song Ming looked at them and sighed silently. In the small carriage, some were happy and some were sad.

At 10:30 in the evening, Jiang Yiyu finished taking a shower and Song Shengsheng was helping him blow dry his hair. With a ding, the phone rang. Jiang Yiyu let go of the hand that was around Song Shengsheng's waist, picked up the phone, took a look at it, and chuckled.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Yiyu handed the phone to Song Shengsheng: "Wen Jing asked me if Song Ming was crazy."

Song Shengsheng frowned: "I don't know if it has anything to do with the scolding I gave my brother today."

"Did you mention him?"

"Yeah." Song Shengsheng nodded and turned off the hair dryer.

She sat down on the bed and returned the phone to Jiang Yiyu: "I talked to him about his lack of seriousness in relationships, but I don't know what I said wrong. When he was on the set with me this afternoon, he inexplicably said that he wanted to confirm whether Sister Wen Jing was the one for him."

Jiang Yiyu was amused when he heard this. He chuckled and said, "Is Song Ming okay?"

"I don't know. I feel like he treats relationships like a child. He doesn't seem to understand what love is."

"Don't worry about him. Let him do what he wants. Once Wen Jing gives him a beating, he'll behave himself."

"Why do I feel that if Sister Wen Jing really beats him, he will still think that she cares about him? Maybe, he really thinks that Sister Wen Jing is a good match..."

Jiang Yiyu also fell silent, but after a while, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. Song Shengsheng looked at him puzzledly: "You're still laughing?"

Jiang Yiyu rested his forehead on her shoulder, laughing so hard that his body trembled: "Song Ming is a little cute in a silly way, don't you think?"

Song Shengsheng forced a smile and said, "Maybe that's just you. I just think he does whatever he wants. It's incomprehensible."

Jiang Yiyu laughed for a while, then glanced at his phone: "Wen Jing asked me to ask you, when will your brother leave?"

Song Shengsheng sighed: "I feel like my brother is really going to get beaten."