Fu Jinli stood there alone for a long, long time.

You really like him, right?

I'm not lying to him.

Pan Shu rounded the corner and was about to continue walking when she caught sight of a small fire flickering in the darkness. The smell of smoke was strong and choking.

In the dim moonlight, she could see Qi Rang looking at her expressionlessly.

He had a cigarette butt in his mouth and the blood on his face had dried. Seeing Ban Shu frown slightly, Qi Rang paused with his fingertips and crushed the cigarette butt the next second.

"Why are you sitting here?" Pan Shu sat next to him and turned to ask him.

Qi Rang curled his lips and said, "Here, candied haws."

Pan Shu was a little unsure whether he had heard her conversation with Fu Jinli. She tore open the wrapper of the candied haws and slowly ate a round, vermilion hawthorn.

Very sour.

Not tasty.

Panshu ate another one.

"Shushu, is my brother really that bad?" Qi Rang twitched his lips and laughed at himself.

Pan Shu nodded.

Qi Rang moved closer, his voice slightly hoarse, and his aggressive eyes fell on Pan Shu's lips, "Is it delicious? Let brother try it."

The next second, the man's hot lips fell, but he quickly left, as if he really just wanted to taste the candied haws. Qi Rang licked his lips, "It's quite sweet."

"Is Fu Jinli the boy you like?" Qi Rang asked.

Pan Shu was stunned, "...hmm."

Qi Rang's breathing paused for a moment, and he said, "Oh," "Fu Jinli is quite good."

At least when the Qi family went bankrupt, Fu Jinli was the only one who did not ridicule him and was even willing to lend him money.

“…”Ban Shu didn’t know what to say.

"Brother will take you back tomorrow."