Jiang Fei never expected that the kiss would have such a profound impact on Song Yan.

The next day, Sunday, she came to the Song family as usual to have Song Yan tutor her. Apart from the old man's usual enthusiasm, Song Yan hardly spoke to her. Even when he did speak, it was only about topics related to tutoring, and his tone was very cold.

Once there was a break during tutoring, Song Yan would return to his room, keeping the door tightly closed, as if he didn't want to be alone with Jiang Fei for even a second.

Even when Jiang Fei was about to go home, and Song Yan escorted her back, he remained silent.

Not only on weekends, but also during Monday classes, even though Song Yan sat next to her, he still didn't look at her or say a word. During lunch, when the two sat facing each other, he was completely silent.

This situation continued until evening.

Jiang Fei wanted to examine the old man's eyes, so Song Yan silently escorted Jiang Fei to the Song family home and then handed her a banknote.

Jiang Fei asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Song Yan didn't look at her and said calmly, "I can't take you home tonight. After you finish getting your grandma's eyes checked, Jiang, take a taxi home yourself."

After saying that, seeing that she wouldn't take the money, he put the money on the coffee table and left.

Jiang Fei glanced at his back before turning away and heading to the old man's master bedroom.

Without a doubt, Song Yan must have gone to work.

How could someone as proud as him tolerate being a "pretty boy" forever?

Song Yan did indeed go there to work.

These past few days, the restaurant where he used to play the piano has contacted him, hoping he can return.

He agreed.

The phone rang once.

Song Yan casually took it out, but was stunned when he saw the English email. It was an offer from a multinational company where he had submitted his resume some time ago. The company said they were willing to wait until he finished his course next year and join the company, with a considerable annual salary.

He should be able to pay back the money he owes Jiang Fei soon.

Looking at the email, Song Yan finally felt some peace after being agitated for the past few days.

But then he remembered that the restaurant's performances were only on Mondays and Fridays, and that his grandmother's health was somewhat unstable these days, so Song Yan's expression darkened.

He also needs a job with flexible hours.

He doesn't deserve to have too much leisure time.

There never has been.

The restaurant was still the same restaurant, and Song Yan sat at the piano, playing quietly.

The sky gradually darkened.

A figure walked in through the door and sat in the seat closest to the piano.

Song Yan frowned slightly, then glanced in that direction.

She was a stranger.

Song Yan withdrew his gaze and looked down at the piano keys.

Jiang Fei once sat there, watching him play the piano with unwavering eyes. When he finished, she left.

There was a half-second pause in the piano music.

Song Yan suddenly realized that he was thinking about Jiang Fei again!

That peacock... it only knows how to play tricks on people!

These past two days, his interactions with Jiang Fei have consisted solely of her asking questions and him answering.

She approached him because of Shen Fang, and he agreed to a relationship with her that was almost humiliating, so there shouldn't be any other unnecessary contact between them.

That kiss proves even less.

It was almost 10 p.m. when I finished playing.

Song Yan clenched his slightly sore fingers and hurriedly rode his bicycle home.

Jiang Fei should have left long ago; he was worried about leaving his grandmother alone at home.

Locking the bicycle downstairs, Song Yan hurried upstairs, took out her keys, and opened the door: "Grandma..."

He had just started speaking when he abruptly stopped.

In the small living room, on the simple sofa, Jiang Fei was sitting there applying a hot compress to the old man's knees.

Grandma was often amused by her and was overjoyed.

The once quiet and deserted house now has an unusual warmth to it.

It's like... this light is on for him, waiting for him to come back.

He hadn't expected that Jiang Fei hadn't left yet.

"Xiao Yan, what are you still standing at the door for?" The old man smiled at him. "Why don't you come in? You should thank Fei Fei properly; she's been keeping me company..."

Jiang Fei also looked up at him.

Song Yan pursed his lips, closed the door, and walked in, meeting the gazes of the two.

The two men were still looking at him.

Song Yan couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly, trying his best to ignore Jiang Fei's gaze, and looked at the old woman: "Grandma?"

The old man smiled and said, "Feifei is waiting for you to come back so we can have dinner together."

Song Yan glanced at the empty table: "Food?" Jiang Fei replied slowly: "It's not cooked yet."

Song Yan's breath hitched, and he laughed in exasperation.

He turned his head incredulously to look at Jiang Fei, who had spoken so confidently, but when he met her gaze, his heart tightened, and he turned and silently went into the kitchen.

There was a slight noise in the living room, but Song Yan ignored it.

“Just do what you and I need,” Jiang Fei’s voice suddenly rang out beside her. “Grandma has already eaten and is resting.”

Song Yan paused, holding the tomato, and turned to look. The living room was empty. Jiang Fei was leaning lazily against the kitchen doorway, her eyes and brows slightly ambiguous in the warm kitchen light. Her expression was completely different from the obedient and sweet one she had shown in front of her grandmother.

Song Yan withdrew his gaze and remained silent.

Jiang Fei looked at his tightly pursed thin lips and couldn't help but chuckle: "Classmate Song, are you really planning to ignore me forever?"

Song Yan's pale face remained expressionless, her demeanor radiating a distant indifference, befitting a cold, icy beauty.

Jiang Fei took two steps toward him and stood not far away from him: "Or are you that bothered by that kiss before?"

Song Yan paused in his tomato-cutting motion: "...I don't care."

"You say you don't care, but look at you now?" Jiang Fei retorted, moving closer. "Or rather, what you care about is me?"

The sound of chopping vegetables stopped abruptly. Song Yan glanced at the pale red tomato juice on his hands: "No."

“In that case,” Jiang Fei leaned against the kitchen counter, turning to look at his profile, “why don’t you just consider the previous kiss as my request to you?”

Song Yan looked at her.

Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow: "I told you, I need you to do me a favor, and it's related to kissing. Although you're very talented in other things, your kissing skills are truly terrible."

A clear look of annoyance appeared in Song Yan's eyes.

“Don’t rush,” Jiang Fei smiled, leaning closer to him. “A kiss without feeling isn’t really a kiss. Just treat this as a task and practice a few more times. Of course, if you’re really concerned about this kiss or me…”

“Impossible,” Song Yan interrupted her.

Jiang Fei smiled: "So, this is just one of my requirements for you. You don't need to feel any pressure, okay?"

Song Yan frowned.

He didn't care about the kiss, and he didn't care about her either.

Jiang Fei added, "Of course, if you don't agree, I can only do what I did last time. You know I mean what I say."

Thinking back to that day, Song Yan felt a surge of humiliation and annoyance, but he quickly calmed down, lowered his eyes, and stopped looking at her: "I don't like you."

Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow: "So, you agree?"

Song Yan lowered his head, about to put the chopped tomatoes into the bowl, when his hand was pressed down.

Song Yan frowned and looked at her. Jiang Fei leaned closer to him, looking at his reddened lips, her eyes sparkling: "Why don't we start practicing now?"

"What?"

As soon as Song Yan finished speaking, everything went dark.

Jiang Fei's lips touched the corner of his lips.

Song Yan was startled, and his hand holding the chopsticks unconsciously loosened, causing the bamboo chopsticks to fall to the ground.

In the cramped kitchen, Jiang Fei wrapped one arm around the back of his neck, her soft, warm lips gently caressing his.

I was just... helping her out.

As his "creditor," she made a request.

Song Yan tried desperately to persuade himself, and his chaotic thoughts gradually cleared up, but his body remained very stiff.

Jiang Fei sighed softly and pulled away from his lips, but didn't let go of his hand. She looked at him through the dim yellow light, and their breaths mingled in the kitchen.

“You need to respond to me, Song Yan.” Jiang Fei earnestly corrected his “mistake.” “How can someone as smart as you be completely clueless about this?”

Song Yan's expression darkened. He reached out and removed her hand from his, saying indifferently, "I still need to cook."

Jiang Fei had no objection this time. Watching him skillfully prepare two bowls of tomato noodles, the two ate in the living room when Jiang Fei suddenly remembered something: "You went back to work at the restaurant?"

Song Yan lowered his eyes and softly replied, "Mm."

"If I remember correctly, the restaurant only needs to play music on Mondays and Fridays, right?"

"Um."

"Are you free tomorrow night?"

I have other work tomorrow night.

Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow: "So busy?"

Song Yan glanced at her: "I've always been like this."

He and she were from completely different worlds.

Even if she doesn't get close to him, he doesn't actually have much time to spend with Ruan Tang.

Jiang Fei didn't say anything more. After finishing her meal, she only asked Song Yan to take her to the bustling area, then took a taxi home.

The money used was naturally the money for Song Dynasty inkstones.

Song Yan hadn't expected Jiang Fei to take the so-called "practice" so seriously.

Even at school, this is no exception.

During breaks between classes, Song Yan always sat in a corner, looking at materials for the next academic year. Suddenly, Jiang Fei held up the book in his hand, blocking the view of those around him.

Song Yan frowned, turned to look at her, and was about to take the book from her.

Jiang Fei leaned close to him, blinked, and said, "Practice." Then she kissed him.

Song Yan tightened his grip on the book, feeling a surge of suffocation and humiliation, yet fearing being seen by others, he couldn't push her away. In the end, he could only use the book to shield the two of them even more tightly.

After lunch, Song Yan would sit in a secluded corner by the artificial hill behind the school and read a book for a while. He used to always be alone, but now Jiang Fei rested her head on his lap with a sense of peace and looked up at him intently.

Her gaze was never concealed; once someone looked at her for a while, it was hard to ignore her.

Every time Song Yan couldn't help but look down at her, trying to make her look away, she would always take the opportunity to put her arms around the back of his neck, forcing him to lower his head and kiss his lips.

After working in the evenings, I tutored her on weekends...

After doing it many times, Song Yan himself began to think that this really was just practice, only the way the practice was rather bizarre.

A kiss without emotion doesn't count as a kiss.

His relationship with Jiang Fei was merely one where she made a request, and he had no choice but to agree.

Thinking of this, Song Yan's mood gradually calmed down from initial panic.

During this time, the interaction between the two became increasingly strange.

Every day after class, Song Yan would take Jiang Fei back to the Song family home before going to work.

He would set aside money for taxi fare every day, but Jiang Fei stayed with her grandmother every day until he returned.

Sometimes, when Song Yan looked at Jiang Fei, who was so well-behaved and adorable in front of her grandmother and made her grandmother very happy, she would feel in a daze that there were actually three people in her family.

But once he leaves his grandmother's sight, Song Yan immediately returns to reality.

Jiang Fei has never been obedient; she's just a good actress.

She was still that aloof and privileged young lady.

Grandma's health has recovered very well, and she's in a good mood. Even her legs are gradually getting better, and now she can walk slowly on her own without any support.

Jiang Fei's contribution.

This day was just two days before the freshman welcome dance.

After class, Jiang Fei sat on the back of Song Yan's bicycle as usual, casually putting one arm around his waist.

The weather was gloomy today, with dark clouds pressing down overhead, making people feel uneasy.

Jiang Fei squinted at the dark clouds in the sky. Compared to the setting sun, she preferred rainy days like this, which made her feel inexplicably at ease.

Jiang Fei shifted her gaze and glanced at the top of Song Yan's head.

His favorability rating fluctuated during this period, but has now stabilized at 35.

"Are you going to work again today?" Jiang Fei asked casually.

Song Yan simply looked calmly at the road ahead and said, "Hmm."

"What kind of work?" Today is Wednesday. He's neither tutoring her nor playing music at a restaurant. Every time she asks, he remains silent.

The same thing happened this time.

He remained silent.

Jiang Fei wasn't annoyed. After a moment of contemplation, she released her grip on his waist.

Song Yan frowned, feeling a sudden emptiness around his waist. Before he could even register the discomfort, Jiang Fei suddenly stood up on the foot pedal and leaned on his shoulder.

"So you're so eager to make enough money to sever ties with me as soon as possible?" The voice, half-joking, rang in his ears.

Song Yan's hand gripping the handlebars swayed slightly, his earlobes burning from her breath. He stepped aside slightly and said, "No one wants to be forced to submit to another person."

Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow: "Are you feeling wronged?"

Song Yan frowned, said nothing more, and then stopped the car after a while, saying, "We've arrived."

Jiang Fei turned around and parked her bicycle downstairs at the Song family's building.

She got out of the car and smiled at Song Yan.

Song Yan pursed her lips, didn't look at her, and disappeared back into the gloomy sky.

Jiang Fei watched his retreating figure, then glanced at the sky.

It looks like it's going to rain tonight.

As Jiang Fei had guessed, around 9 p.m., the rain suddenly started, and it was quite heavy, drenching the city.

"Feifei, why hasn't Xiaoyan come back yet?" The old man kept looking out the window with concern. "What is he doing? He should be back by now..."

Looking at the rain outside, Jiang Fei comforted him, "Don't worry, he's a grown man, he'll be fine."

The old man's brow remained furrowed, his eyes filled with worry: "This child has always been more sensible than other children, and he has endured more hardship, but he never lets anyone know how much he has been hurt in private, nor does he show it in front of others..."

"It's raining so hard, and Xiaoyan isn't answering the phone..."

Jiang Fei watched as the old man rubbed his knees from time to time. Perhaps because of the rainy weather, the old man's knees were even more sore.

She thought for a moment and said, "How about this, Grandma, I'll go check the neighborhood. Maybe he's on his way back."

The old man's eyes lit up for a moment, then he looked at her worriedly again: "It's raining outside, and you're a young woman all alone. I'll go ask the neighbor for help..."

“It’s alright.” Jiang Fei stopped the old woman. “Grandma, I’m just looking around nearby.”

As she spoke, she helped the old man to the sofa, then took the umbrella and went outside.

The rain outside had lessened a bit, and as soon as Jiang Fei went downstairs, he asked in his mind, "System, where is he?"

[System: Wanning Avenue, still moving slowly.]

Main street?

Jiang Fei frowned. She thought he was at his workplace, but she still hailed a taxi and headed towards her destination.

...

A dark, rainy night.

Under the streetlights.

The boy, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, quietly pushed the delivery cart, walking along the roadside with uneven steps. He was soaked to the bone, but despite his disheveled appearance, his back remained straight, exuding pride.

Occasionally, pedestrians would hurry past with umbrellas, glancing at the boy, then at the car beside him and his somewhat immobile legs, shaking their heads and sighing.

She's so good-looking, what a pity...

Song Yan continued to move forward calmly.

He had seen many such pitiful and regretful looks since he was a child, and he encountered them almost every time he worked.

If they really cared, they would have died of shame long ago.

He always knew that to get the same things as others, he would have to put in several times the effort.

He had long since learned to ignore the gazes of others.

I didn't expect the rain to be so heavy tonight. While dodging stray cats running across the road, the car overturned and landed on my left leg.

Song Yan pursed her lips, glanced at the time, and saw it was already ten o'clock.

Jiang Fei should have gone back by now.

fine……

As he was thinking this, a car suddenly drove up in front of him, its blinding headlights sweeping over him.

Then, the car stopped.

Song Yan paused, his gaze fixed on the car, a strange unease creeping into his heart.

The next second, the car door opened, and a girl stepped out holding an umbrella. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder dress, revealing her fair shoulders.

Song Yan froze, looking at the girl standing by the roadside looking at him. The umbrella in her hand looked familiar.

It was the one he had given her before.

Jiang Fei.

Song Yan's breath hitched, and a sense of panic welled up inside her.

He never cared about other people's opinions and was even confident in his own abilities, but at this moment, in front of the bright and beautiful Jiang Fei, he only felt an unprecedented sense of inferiority.

She saw him at his most disheveled.

Song Yan turned around and was about to change direction.

"Song Yan!" Jiang Fei suddenly called out, calling his name in a clear voice.

Song Yan paused, then continued walking.

"Song Yan!" Jiang Fei called out to him anxiously, then quickly took a few steps to block his way: "Let's go home."

Hearing the commanding tone in her voice, Song Yan's throat tightened, and his voice turned cold as he lowered his eyes and said, "I still have work to do."

After saying that, he was about to walk past her.

Jiang Fei stopped him again: "What kind of work?" Then she opened the box next to her and said, "It's just a few takeout orders. Go home."

Song Yan's hands unconsciously clenched tightly. Jiang Fei lifted the lid of the box, seemingly also lifting the veil of self-respect that he had been pretending to wear.

He and she were from two different worlds.

What he obtained with all his might was perhaps nothing more than something she didn't even want.

"My work has nothing to do with Jiang." Song Yan barely managed to squeeze out these words before turning to walk away.

Before he could take more than a few steps, Jiang Fei snatched the car away and shoved the umbrella into his hand.

"Jiang Fei!" Song Yan's voice was low and hoarse, and he staggered slightly because of the pain in his leg.

Jiang Fei turned to look at him: "I told you, it's just a few takeout orders, you don't have to go to such lengths."

Song Yan scoffed, "What? Is Jiang going to give me money to buy all of this?"

Anyway, he was nothing more than a plaything she deliberately approached; she had far too many ways to humiliate him.

Jiang Fei was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Give you money?"

"You wish."

Song Yan frowned and looked up at her.

Jiang Fei didn't look at him again, and pushed the bike forward: "I told you to go home, but you didn't. Then let's go together."

Song Yan watched her retreating figure in the rain and asked, "What exactly are you going to do?"

Jiang Fei didn't speak; her long hair, damp with tiny raindrops, swayed slowly behind her.

But Song Yan soon found out.

Jiang Fei parked her car at the entrance of a residential complex, took out a takeout order, and went inside.

She was helping him.

Jiang Fei, a pampered young lady from a completely different world from him, is helping him.

One household after another, until the last one, was in an old residential area, on the sixth floor.

Jiang Fei walked up without saying a word.

Song Yan stood downstairs waiting, watching through the window as the motion-activated lights lit up one by one, guessing which floor she had reached.

Then the lights dimmed layer by layer.

Footsteps could be heard in the hallway.

Song Yan stared blankly at the exit until a white figure walked out, bathed in a warm yellow light. The figure's cheeks were slightly flushed from climbing the stairs, a few beads of sweat glistened on the tip of the nose, and the lips were as red as blood.

She walked right up to him, looked up at him, and said in her usual haughty tone, "Go home."

Song Yan's fingers trembled slightly, and in that instant, he felt as if the surroundings had been plunged into darkness.

She was the only one who was lit up.

My heart skipped a beat.

Song Yan's favorability rating: 50.

Song Yan didn't know how she got home.

Grandma couldn't sleep because she was worried. When he came back, she kept saying, "It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright."

Jiang Fei coaxed her grandmother back to her room to rest.

Song Yan sat on his bed in his room. Even though the white dress was gone and the bedding had been changed, the faint, lingering fragrance still wafted over him relentlessly.

Noises came from the kitchen.

A short while later, Jiang Fei came in carrying a steaming bowl of lean meat porridge and handed it to him.

Song Yan glanced at the porridge, then at Jiang Fei, his lips moved, and his voice was low and husky: "You can cook?"

“Of course,” Jiang Fei said casually, sitting down in a chair by his bed. “I never said I wouldn’t; I just didn’t want to.”

Song Yan stared at her without saying a word.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Fei leaned close to him, then suddenly realized something and looked down at his legs. "Can you still dance? If not, I'll find someone else."

Song Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly as she followed her gaze to her legs, a strange pang of sadness gripping her heart.

He knew she was deliberately getting close to him because of Shen Fang.

That's why she can so easily say something like "find someone else".

"Don't want to eat?" Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow as she looked at him holding the porridge but not moving. "Then how about we 'practice' a little..."

As she spoke, she made a move to get closer to him.

Song Yan quickly moved aside to avoid her approach, then lowered his head and drank the porridge sip by sip.

Jiang Fei looked at Song Yan, who was looking down and no longer looking at her. This was the first time in a long time that Song Yan had avoided her.

She gave a soft snort and turned to walk out.

"Jiang Fei," Song Yan called out to her.

Jiang Fei didn't turn around, but simply stopped walking.

Song Yan didn't say anything more. He picked up his pillow and blanket, got out of bed, walked past Jiang Fei, and went to the sofa in the living room. After a long while, he squeezed out a "yes".

The lights went out.

Song Yan slept on the sofa again.

Jiang Fei glanced at the dark figure on the sofa, raised an eyebrow, and returned to his bedroom.

Hearing the door close, Song Yan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dim light in front of him.

He just rejected her because it seems he... can't treat "practice" as just a task anymore.

He must be sick.

I just hope that when I wake up, I will be fully recovered.

The phone on the table lit up briefly.

Song Yan picked up the phone, but paused when he saw the message on the screen.

Sent by Ruan Tang:

Song Yan, Shen Fang invited me to be his dance partner.

Ruan Tang...

Thinking of this girl, Song Yan's restless mind gradually calmed down.

...

The welcome dance is held on Friday night and is a school tradition.

The venue was chosen to be the school's banquet hall.

The banquet hall was brightly lit, and there were countless delicious dishes to enjoy.

The dance party started at seven o'clock in the evening.

Shen Fang pursed his lips and looked at the couple not far away, his face gloomy.

He had never seen Jiang Fei like that before. In a red halter dress, her tall figure stood out in the crowd, easily attracting everyone's attention.

But now, she is in Song Yan's arms, dancing in perfect harmony with him.

In the past, Jiang Fei would always invite him to be her dance partner many days in advance, but this year, he waited until the very last day, only to receive the news that she already had a dance partner.

"Shen Fang, I'm sorry I'm late." A woman's breathless voice came from in front of me.

Shen Fang withdrew his gaze and looked at Ruan Tang in front of him, then paused slightly.

Having seen the radiant Jiang Fei, seeing Ruan Tang in her white dress only made me feel... too bland.

So indifferent that there wasn't the slightest ripple in my heart.

He couldn't help but look at Jiang Fei again.

"Chen Fang?" Ruan Tang asked, puzzled. She followed his gaze and her delicate body stiffened.

Jiang Fei and Song Yan.

All she knew was that Song Yan had rejected her invitation; it turned out... he had already made an appointment with Jiang Fei.

Looking at Jiang Fei like that, she couldn't help but feel ashamed of herself; Jiang Fei was so beautiful...

Jiang Fei, who was over there, also noticed something and turned to look in their direction.

Shen Fang's breath hitched, and he almost immediately grabbed Ruan Tang's wrist: "Let's go dancing too."

His gaze remained fixed on Jiang Fei.

Jiang Fei glanced at Shen Fang holding Ruan Tang's hand, then looked away.

Everyone's here.

She looked up at Song Yan, who, dressed in an evening suit, looked even more noble than those wealthy young men.

However, his attention was clearly not focused.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Fei asked slowly.

Song Yan snapped back to reality and shook his head: "It's nothing."

Jiang Fei smiled, glanced to the side, and joked, "Ruan Tang is watching you."

What wasn't mentioned was that Shen Fang was also watching.

One was heartbroken, the other was furious.

Upon hearing Ruan Tang's name, Song Yan paused slightly, his expression changing subtly.

Jiang Fei's smile faded, and she looked up at Song Yan seriously: "The day I invited you to be my dance partner, you said you needed to talk to me. Wasn't that something Ruan Tang also invited you to do?"

Song Yan's expression hardened slightly as he looked at the girl in front of him.

Jiang Fei continued, "Kiss me."

Song Yan was stunned: "What?"

"Kiss me," Jiang Fei repeated, "just like we 'practiced' before."

Lights, main characters, audience.

Everything is here.

Song Yan frowned slightly: "Stop fooling around..."

“I’m serious,” Jiang Fei looked up into his eyes, “Kiss me.”

Song Yan was stunned.

He could tell that she was indeed very serious.

Is this her goal?

He kissed her in front of everyone, confirming the rumors about them.

How can I make Ruan Tang give up on him completely?

“Jiang Fei…”

Jiang Fei interrupted him: "You have no right to say 'no'."

Song Yan's expression tightened slightly, and there was a hint of humiliation and anger in his eyes.

After a long while, he leaned down as if in despair, his cool lips kissing her red lips. Just like the tacit understanding they had cultivated in the past, she tilted her head back to kiss him.

A spotlight swept over the two of them, causing a stir among the surrounding crowd.

Shen Fang watched this scene with a deathly pale face.

He could previously deceive himself by telling himself that Jiang Fei had liked him for eight years, and that she had even kissed him first, so she must have feelings for him.

But now, the sight of Song Yan kissing Jiang Fei shattered all his previous fantasies.

Unable to contain his anger any longer, Shen Fang abruptly pushed through the crowd and strode forward, his eyes bloodshot.

A few screams and gasps rang out from the crowd.

Shen Fang grabbed Song Yan by the collar and punched him hard in the cheek, panting as he said, "Song Yan, you son of a bitch!"

Song Yan staggered, and almost immediately a metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.

He frowned slightly as he looked at Shen Fang, about to speak.

Suddenly, a woman's voice, trembling with sobs, came from the side: "Song Yan?"

Song Yan froze and turned to look.

Ruan Tang was biting her lip tightly, her eyes red as she looked at him. Then she turned and rushed out of the crowd, about to run towards the door, but her legs gave way and she fell heavily to the ground. She refused the help of those around her, got up on her own, her knees scraped, wiped the tears from her face and ran out.

Song Yan paused slightly, a look of emotion flashed in his eyes, and he shifted his feet, as if he wanted to catch up.

The next second, a soft laugh rang in my ears.

Song Yan paused, and Jiang Fei walked up to him, looking at him: "Song Yan, I'm giving you the night off."