Song Yansheng, who was drinking soup, paused when she heard Yang Pu's words.
His cool gaze flickered slightly, and his thin lips were pressed tightly together.
Yang Pu, of course, did not notice Song Yansheng's unusual behavior. He stood to the side with his head down, scrolling through Weibo while muttering complaints under his breath.
"My goddess just came to the hospital at night, why are these keyboard warriors insisting that she came to have an abortion? It's infuriating!"
Yangpu replied to a troll's comment while complaining.
Yesterday, Miss Su Xiaoling brought her young master to the hospital, and then they were photographed by paparazzi, which became a trending topic.
A large group of haters started launching personal attacks today, which really infuriated him.
"My goddess is beautiful and kind-hearted. She brought my sick young master to the hospital. May all her haters die..."
Yangpu.
A clear, cold voice interrupted Yangpu's self-talk.
Yang Pu immediately covered his mouth, not daring to utter another word.
The young master must be annoyed by his noise, so he'd better shut up to avoid upsetting the young master.
Song Yansheng put down the spoon in his hand, lifted his eyelids, and looked at Yangpu, and at the cell phone in his hand.
Give me your phone.
Huh?!
Yang Pu was taken aback. Wasn't he supposed to be taught a lesson?
"Young...Young Master, what do you need a cell phone for?"
Song Yansheng's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Yang Pu immediately handed over the phone, saying with a grin, "Young master, please use it as you wish."
Song Yansheng took the phone, but without scrolling through the screen, she glanced at the content on it.
It's a Weibo topic, and it seems there are quite a few people commenting and sharing it.
#Sevens lead singer Su Xiaoling was seen entering a hospital at night, suspected of having an abortion#
#Su Xiaoling and her mystery boyfriend#
He flipped through it and found that many of the comments were defamatory.
Of course, there were also people like Yang Pu who spoke up for her.
Seeing that his young master seemed to be looking at Su Xiaoling's trending topic, Yang Pu quickly said, "Young master, this is the girl who brought you to the hospital last night. The doctor said you drank last night and were quite drunk. My goddess brought you here, and then you were accidentally photographed by paparazzi..."
"Shut up."
Song Yansheng said coldly, though her voice was not loud, it exuded an innate domineering aura.
Yang Pu lowered his head, not daring to say anything more.
Why is the young master so fierce today?
Song Yansheng handed the phone back to him without even lifting her eyelids.
"You can leave now."
"oh."
Yang Pu nodded, looking somewhat aggrieved. He took his phone, tidied up the things on the table, and left.
Song Yansheng glanced at the computer screen, and the voice of that girl from last night suddenly popped into her mind.
It's sweet and sounds nice.
Just like the song she sang, that song...
Destiny.
He had listened to that song many times.
He wasn't really drunk last night; at least, he was somewhat sober.
At least, he still remembers her voice, and he still remembers the warmth she exudes.
His first meeting with her was not in the hospital.
Instead...
Heh~
Song Yansheng gave a bitter smile; she probably didn't remember anymore.
How could she possibly still remember such distant memories?
To her, he was just a passerby.
His gaze returned to the computer screen.
Long, slender, fair fingers tapped the keyboard quickly and skillfully.
Soon, all the trending topics about Su Xiaoling on Weibo disappeared without a trace.
He still owes her a thank you.
Let's just consider it repayment.
So that his heart wouldn't always be filled with hope.
It's best if there's no connection whatsoever.
Song Yansheng leaned against the hospital bed, glancing sideways at the view outside the window.
Outside, there are rows of maple trees. The maple leaves have turned red and are falling one by one, looking desolate and lonely.
Just like him all along.
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