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Zhang Fanfan actually didn’t really like these half-joking remarks.

To be blunt, she was still that arrogant and domineering young lady. Normally, making friends required meeting all sorts of conditions.

Not a single person here caught her eye.

However, thinking that they were all Song Luo’s classmates, she felt that to leave a good impression, she still needed to put on a show.

She greeted them with a gentle smile and introduced herself: “Hello everyone, I’m Zhang Fanfan, and I’m...”

She glanced at Song Luo beside her and whispered, “I’m his friend.”

Not his sister’s friend, but his friend.

She said this only to be closer to him.

Her voice was quiet because she lacked confidence, afraid he would deny it.

But fortunately, he said nothing.

Strictly speaking, he didn’t react at all.

As if he didn’t care whose friend she was.

Even if she said she was his girlfriend, he probably wouldn’t deny it.

Realizing this, Zhang Fanfan suddenly began to regret not taking such a huge advantage.

What a loss!

Someone nearby lit a lighter and offered it. Song Luo put the cigarette in his mouth and leaned forward, his gaze falling on Zhang Fanfan.

His movements paused slightly. He took the lighter and stood up. “Let’s smoke outside. The child can’t stand the smell of smoke.”

Those people immediately laughed and teased, “Oh, I never would have guessed, our Brother Song actually has a tender side for women. And he still says she’s not his sweetheart.”

“Get lost,” his tone was flat. “She’s still young, don’t talk nonsense.”

Zhang Fanfan actually wanted to tell him that she wasn’t young, she was the same age as Song Zhi.

But she opened her mouth and then didn’t quite dare to speak.

She didn’t know why, but when facing Song Luo, she always had many reservations.

Worried about saying too much and making mistakes, worried that he would think her personality was bad, worried that he would dislike her.

She wasn’t a likable person, she knew that, but she had always acted indifferent.

In fact, she truly was indifferent.

She didn’t care what others thought of her.

Entering the entertainment industry was just for fun and interest. Unlike Song Zhi, she had no career ambitions.

One only lives once, and since she had the means, why should she make herself so tired?

She didn’t need to please anyone.

But now, she realized her past self was too naive.

Why so many whys? After finding someone you care about, you naturally become insecure, always thinking about what to do to be worthy of him.

Song Luo definitely didn’t like spoiled girls with bad tempers.

She secretly resolved to become a good-tempered girl starting today.

Song Luo said a few words to them, then took his cigarette and lighter and went outside.

After he left, people occasionally came to talk to her.

Even though she had just resolved to be a good-tempered girl, she immediately broke her resolution.

The man’s frivolous tone was annoying. Zhang Fanfan didn’t bother to talk much to him, responded politely, then said, “Excuse me, I’m going to the restroom.”

She quickly touched up her makeup and stayed in the restroom for a while before going out.

The group of people had already started chatting loudly. She could hear their mocking laughter from a distance.

“I thought he was so capable, but after all those years in prison, he’s just a waste of space, isn’t he?”

“At least he can still rely on his sister, and that girl just now, dressed in designer brands from head to toe, clearly a rich woman. Our Brother Song not only has his sister supporting him but also a sugar mama.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, lucky guy, just born with a handsome face.”

“He was so arrogant when he was studying, and now he’s out of prison and he’s still...”

He didn’t finish his sentence, as an entire bottle of alcohol was poured over his head.

Zhang Fanfan placed the empty bottle back on the table. “If your mouth is that foul, drink more alcohol to moisten it. But you probably haven’t tasted good alcohol like this before. One bottle costs half a million. This rich woman will be generous today and let you, this stinking loser, have a taste.”

The man was stunned by the dousing, and it took him a few seconds to react.

His anger flared, and he clenched his fist, ready to punch her. “You damn...”

His hand swung halfway through the air when he was fiercely kicked in the stomach, sending him sprawling backwards onto the floor.

Song Luo stood with one hand in his pocket, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth, his kicking foot not yet retracted.

His expression was indifferent, showing no great emotion.

“You’re a man, but hitting a woman? How cowardly.”

Zhang Fanfan’s heart pounded.

A scene of a hero saving the beauty was actually unfolding for her, and that hero was none other than Song Luo, who was always on her mind.

She walked over, carefully pinching the corner of his jacket.

She looked like someone who was startled and seeking shelter.

Song Luo glanced at the corner of his jacket being pulled, then looked up at her.

After a moment, he took his jacket from the sofa. “This round is on me today. No need to contact me again in the future.”

He wasn’t referring to anyone specific.

But everyone present.

After leaving the bar, Zhang Fanfan obediently followed him the whole way.

He looked at her, his smile faint. “Weren’t you quite fierce when you were scolding people just now? Why are you scared now?”

So he had heard everything.

Zhang Fanfan’s face flushed. “I just...”

Her voice got softer and softer towards the end. “I just felt what they were saying was too much; I couldn’t stand to hear it anymore, that’s why...”

She explained, “I’m not usually like this.”

Song Luo stubbed out his cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can. “Not everything they said was false.”

Zhang Fanfan paused, then linking it to what that group of people said, her face turned even redder. “If you’re willing, I can take care of you. I have a lot of money, probably more than you can imagine.”

He laughed out loud. “You probably rarely passed your exams, right?”

She looked surprised. “How did you know?”

So amazing!

Her admiration for him deepened in her heart.

Song Luo didn’t continue to dwell on the topic of exams with her. Talking to her seemed to require being blunt, otherwise, she wouldn’t understand at all.

“Not that part,” he said. “The part about going to jail, that’s true.”

“Huh?”

“I was in jail for seven years and just got out a few days ago. I am indeed half a废人 (useless person) now, out of touch with society, and I have to learn everything slowly. I don’t even have a college degree.”

Zhang Fanfan, however, said, “That’s not important.”

He looked up. “Oh?”

“Although I don’t know why you went to jail, I know you’re definitely not a bad person.”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a college degree. My college degree was bought by my family too.”

“With my grades, there’s no way I would have gotten into college.”

She said with a serious expression, “So, don’t you think we’re a good match? We’re both illiterates.”