Upon hearing this, Song Yuhao quickly reached out and made a zipping motion on his mouth, then gave Song Demin a fawning smile.

Looking at Song Demin and Song Yuhao, Song Yuli couldn't help but smile.

Liu Ping glanced at them indifferently, then focused her gaze on Song Yuli, her brows furrowing slightly: "This Lian Xin has really gone too far this time. She's so young and already so vicious. What will she be like when she grows up?"

Song Yuli pursed his lips, then shook his head at Liu Ping: "Anyway, I'm applying to Beijing University, while Lian Xin's grades can only get her into a regular first-tier university at best. So, we may never have the chance to meet again."

Liu Ping nodded: "That's true."

After a pause, he asked, "Ah Li, how is your classmate doing?"

Song Yuli was a little confused, and it took him a while to remember that the classmate Liu Ping mentioned was Xu Yang.

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "His injuries are quite serious; his arm is dislocated, and he has a mild concussion at the back of his head."

After hearing this, Liu Ping nodded, "That really is quite serious."

After saying that, he looked at Song Yuli and said, "Now that you're alright, your uncle and I will go see your classmate first and then thank him properly."

Song Yuli nodded. Seeing that Song Demin and Liu Ping had left, while Song Yuhao was still sitting motionless to the side, she asked, "Why didn't you go with them?"

Song Yuhao glanced at her and said, "That's your classmate, not mine. Why should I go see him?"

Song Yuli rolled his eyes, somewhat speechless.

At this moment, Song Yuhao suddenly spoke up again: "You're so eager to kick me out, is it because I disturbed your time alone with that person?"

Song Yuli glanced at him sideways and said with obvious disdain, "Since you know that, why don't you leave quickly?"

Song Yuhao: "...Sis, you don't love me anymore."

Song Yuli: "When have I ever loved you? Don't flatter yourself."

Song Yuhao: "...Holy crap."

After giving Song Yuli an unpleasant glare, Song Yuhao quickly caught up with Song Demin and Liu Ping.

Seeing that everyone had left, Song Yuli picked up his phone out of boredom.

As soon as I opened WeChat, Liang Nannan's message popped up.

"Ah Li, Ah Li, are you awake? Are you feeling unwell anywhere? How is my godson?"

Upon seeing this message, Song Yuli subconsciously curved the corners of her lips into a smile, her slender fingers tapping rapidly on the screen: "Don't worry, your godson is doing very well."

After the message was successfully sent, Song Yuli stared blankly at the words "godson".

This is what Nangong Yu saw after he came out of the washroom.

His wife sat on the bed looking at her phone, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, as if she were troubled.

So he casually asked, "What's wrong?"

Upon hearing Nangong Yu's voice, Song Yuli couldn't help but look up, and was immediately stunned by his beauty.

Previously, the Nangong Yu she had seen was always dressed in a neat suit, with his hair combed meticulously, and his angular face expressionless, looking every bit the successful man.

Now, he was dressed in comfortable light-colored loungewear, wearing a pair of cheap slippers, his dark, tousled hair was slightly messy, and his usually expressionless face carried a hint of doubt.

If you tell people that Nangong Yu is still a college student, they'll believe you.