When Fan Yang returned to the place where Qi Zhouyang was preparing for the art exhibition, he saw Qi Zhouyang standing at the door looking around.

She quickly walked to Qi Zhouyang's side: "Sorry to keep you waiting. Are you done? Shall we go home?"

Qi Zhouyang saw a smile appear on Pan Yang's face, and then smelled the alcohol on Pan Yang. He paused for a moment, then said casually, "Okay, let's go home."

The two returned to the Qi family home, but Qi's parents were away on business trips and wouldn't be able to come home for at least a week or two.

Pan Yang was about to change his clothes and wash up, since he had just beaten someone up at the KTV and was still a little drunk. However, as soon as he entered the room, Qi Zhouyang followed him in and stood in the room.

"What's wrong?" Pan Yang stopped unbuttoning his clothes and looked at Qi Zhouyang.

"Where did you go during that time?" Qi Zhouyang asked in a somewhat disappointed tone, his voice very soft. If they weren't in the same room, Huan Yang wouldn't have been able to hear what he was saying.

"I went and beat up an idiot." Pan Yang said without thinking. He was telling the truth, and there aren't many big shots as honest as him anymore.

Qi Zhouyang frowned slightly, seemingly pondering the meaning of his words.

Pan Yang was somewhat helpless. Seeing him like this, he raised his hand and patted Qi Zhouyang's head a couple of times. It seemed to feel good, so he patted it a couple more times.

"Cough, don't overthink it, I only like you." Huan Yang casually picked up the clothes he had found and prepared to head to the bathroom: "I'll keep you company after I shower. Didn't you want to go to the movies this afternoon?"

Qi Zhouyang stood there, staring blankly at Fan Yang after his hair was touched twice. He nodded somewhat awkwardly and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

However, as soon as Pan Yang stepped out of the room, Qi Zhouyang's shy aura completely disappeared. His eyes darkened, and he took out his phone to make a call.

After Fan Yang finished changing and walked into the living room, he saw Qi Zhouyang sitting obediently on the sofa.

Pan Yang walked up behind him and kissed Qi Zhouyang: "Going out for dinner?"

Qi Zhouyang smelled the fresh scent of shower gel on Pan Yang's body and nodded: "Yes, I know a good restaurant around here."

The restaurant is small but has a very nice environment; it looks very clean, and there are quite a few items on the menu.

The two ordered a few simple dishes. The proprietress, a woman in her fifties, said that it would be a long wait and went to the kitchen to prepare them.

Just as the proprietress brought the dishes up, several burly, menacing-looking men walked in. The leader had tattoos on his body, which looked quite intimidating.

"When are you going to pay me back?" The tattooed man sneered, spat on the ground, and looked at the proprietress.

The proprietress trembled: "Young man, please wait a few more days, please wait a few more days, my husband just passed away..."

"I don't care who died, if your son owes money and won't pay it back, you should help him pay it back!" Clearly, the tattooed man was being unreasonable.

He glanced around the restaurant and tapped on Pan Yang's table: "You have guests coming to your house for dinner, and you say you have no money! Who are you trying to fool!"

"I only run a small business, please, brother, give me a few more months, I really have no money right now," the proprietress pleaded, her hands clasped together and her back bent.

The tattooed man kicked the table, sending it and the food crashing to the ground. He yelled, "Pah! You think I'm doing charity? Pay up now, or I'll smash this place up!"

Looking at the dishes scattered all over the ground, which they hadn't touched at all, Pan Yang put down his chopsticks and said, "Tsk."

"What? You're not convinced?" The tattooed man naturally heard this and looked at Pan Yang with a fierce gaze. If it were anyone else, they would probably have chickened out by now, but he was Pan Yang.

Pan Yang slowly stood up from the chair, glancing at the man as if by chance, his tone flat: "Pay for the vegetables or pay for your life, the choice is yours."

Upon hearing this, the proprietress shuddered and moved to Pan Yang's side: "I'll refund your money, you can go now." They couldn't let innocent people be implicated in their family's affairs.

Upon hearing Pan Yang's words, the tattooed man burst into laughter, his face full of disdain, completely disregarding Pan Yang: "You? Kid, I advise you to behave yourself, or I'll beat you up too later."

Pan Yang seemed somewhat helpless. He sighed, slowly rolled up his sleeves, looking very elegant, and said in a calm tone, "Zhou Yang, turn off your hearing aid."

Seeing his posture, Qi Zhouyang was somewhat worried and opened his mouth as if to say something.

"Be good, it might get a bit noisy later."

Upon hearing Fan Yang's voice again, he finally gave in and turned off his hearing aid, leaving only silence in his ears: "It's off."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Pan Yang made his move, throwing a punch at the tattooed man. The tattooed man sneered and raised his hand to block, but to his surprise, he was knocked back several steps and almost lost his footing.

The henchmen immediately surrounded him: "Boss, are you alright?"

The tattooed man spat on the ground: "All of you, get him! Beat this kid to death!"

Screams erupted throughout the restaurant. Less than ten minutes later, Pan Yang clapped his hands, looked at the people scattered on the ground, and shook his head. Why couldn't these people listen to him?

"I'll ask you one more time: will you pay with vegetables or your life?"

The tattooed man trembled upon hearing Pan Yang's words: "Pay me back the vegetables! Pay me back the vegetables! Just tell me how much you want, and I'll pay you back!"

"I don't want money, just the food. Boss lady, bring me another serving of what I just ordered, and they'll pay ten times the price," Pan Yang said, enunciating each word clearly, before walking to Zhou Yang's side.

Upon hearing this, the proprietress readily agreed: "Okay! Right away! The dishes you two just ordered are about 1230 yuan, which is 1230 yuan if you multiply them by ten."

The tattooed man gritted his teeth, looked at Fan Yang, and finally pulled out his slightly cracked phone. He got up from the ground to pay, gave Fan Yang a final glare, and left with his men.

Qi Zhouyang had already turned on his hearing aid when the group of people were lying on the ground.

"Let's sit somewhere else." With that, Pan Yang pulled him to sit down at another intact table.

"I feel you're very capable." Qi Zhouyang opened his mouth, looking at Pan Yang's hand, which was already a little red. He took the hand and gently rubbed it, his eyes lowered, making it impossible to see the emotions inside.

"However, you shouldn't do that again in the future; it would be bad if you got hurt."

"It's okay, no one can beat me." Pan Yang silently gave himself a thumbs up, thinking how incredibly powerful he was.

Qi Zhouyang said with a hint of helplessness, "Okay, you're the best."

After a while, the proprietress brought over the dishes, which were noticeably more plentiful than before: "Thank you. Please leave after you finish your meal. If they come back to cause trouble, you might get implicated as well."

Pan Yang didn't say anything, he just nodded.

The proprietress sighed, sat in the kitchen for a while in a daze, and cried softly. After a long time, she wiped away her tears and walked out of the kitchen. Pan Yang and Zhou Yang were already gone.

She walked to the table, paused for a few seconds when she saw the card and note on it, then quickly picked up the card and ran out of the store. Not seeing Pan Yang, she hesitated for a long time before going back and bursting into tears.

Meanwhile, Pan Yang and Zhou Yang watched a horror movie in the cinema. To be honest, it wasn't scary at all, and probably no one else was as eccentric as they were, so they were the only two people in the entire theater.

In a sense, it was like having the whole place to yourself.

001 just wants to roll her eyes. What kind of nice person watches horror movies on their date every day?