"Huihui, just this once, you must be careful. I don't ask for anything, I just want you to be safe and sound. I'll wait for you!"

"Chen Liang, thank you for supporting me and standing by my side."

"What are you talking about? I can't go to her banquet in person. Don't blame me for that. We're already well-known enemies, so I'll definitely be kept out," Chen Liang said sheepishly.

Zhang Huihui didn't think much of it. She took the bottle from Chen Liang's arms. It felt a little heavy, but she still held it carefully in her arms. Then she reminded him, "Don't worry, Wu Youyou won't be able to have a good birthday party this time."

Zhang Huihui tiptoed and kissed Chen Liang on the cheek, then blushed and quickly left.

Chen Liang was also slightly taken aback, but his eyes flashed not with happiness, but with extreme disgust.

He watched Zhang Huihui's retreating figure, his eyes gradually darkening.

He didn't love Zhang Huihui at all. If he didn't think Zhang Huihui still had some use to him, he wouldn't even glance at her.

Zhang Huihui had no idea just how evil the vicious look Chen Liang was casting behind her back truly was.

And so she walked toward the abyss.

Song Shaojie took Shi Zhan to several stores, saying that he had to pick out the most suitable and beautiful clothes for him so that he could become the focus of attention at the birthday party.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find any suitable clothes. Shi Zhan didn't actually want to buy any clothes. He felt that wearing his own clothes was quite comfortable, and there was no need to be so formal.

"Stop!"

Shi Zhan glanced at Chen Liang and a shadowy figure not far away. After that person left, Chen Liang strode quickly toward them.

"Stop what? Come with me right now!"

Just as Song Shaojie dared to tug at Shi Zhan's sleeve and walk toward another shop.

At this moment, Song Shaojie bumped into Chen Liang, who had been keeping his head down and walking briskly.