"Damn it, take responsibility for what! Didn't we take that idiot for a medical check-up?" Song Lang slammed his hand on the table, but seeing Shen Lingyu's helpless expression, he quickly withdrew his hand and softened his tone, saying, "I'll change it, I'll change it. Beautiful lady, let's get down to business first. What exactly does his family want?"
"He just wants some compensation, after all, you knocked out one of the child's teeth." Shen Lingyu said solemnly, "I'm telling you this not to blame you, I know the whole story, and it's not because I'm worried about the money, or to give you a reason to cause trouble for him again. I just want you to think about the consequences next time you act impulsively."
Song Lang gritted his teeth, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists under the table.
"Remember this? Think twice before you act," Shen Lingyu said. "Taking action is the worst way to solve problems."
Song Lang snorted, indicating that he understood.
Shen Zhifei, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke up, "Who hit you on the face?"
Song Lang remained silent, and Shen Lingyu answered for him: "He's from their school, named Gu Fengkai. He's had a falling out with your brother a long time ago. It's okay, it's all in the past."
Shen Zhifei looked ashamed. He hadn't contacted Song Lang for the past few days, and only today did he learn that Song Lang had been involved in a fight and received a disciplinary action.
"I have an exam tomorrow, I'm going to sleep now." Song Lang was furious. He went into his room with his head down and ears drooping. He locked the door, buried himself in the covers, and swore at Gu Fengkai's entire family.
The next day, Song Lang woke up late. The door was locked from the inside, so Shen Zhifei couldn't get in to wake him and could only knock on the door repeatedly.
Twenty minutes later, Song Lang, still sleepy and with a messy head of hair, finally opened the door and came out. He grabbed a piece of bread from the table, put it in his mouth, and walked towards the door, saying, "Bye-bye."
"Wait, I'll take you." Shen Zhifei helped him put on his backpack, took out his car keys, and followed behind him to change his shoes.
"What?" Song Lang leaned against the door, a piece of bread dangling from his mouth, and mumbled, "I'm not a kid, and this isn't the college entrance exam. I don't need an escort, do I?"
“Your hand is injured, so it’s inconvenient for you to ride a bike.” Shen Zhifei reached out and tidied his messy hair, saying, “Let’s go.”
Song Lang wanted to say that his injury was nothing, and that he had ridden his bike back with Meng Fanxing yesterday, but Shen Zhifei's hand brushing his hair seemed to have a magical power, making him change his mind and say, "Oh, let's go."
Shen Zhifei rode his own bicycle, which had a back seat. Song Lang sat on it with his long legs spread apart, stretched out one long arm to wrap around Shen Zhifei's slender waist, and put his other hand in the pocket of his down jacket.
Although the wind was chilly, Song Lang felt very warm.
"After you enter the exam room, put the milk in your bag on the radiator to warm it up, so it doesn't get cold." Shen Zhifei handed him the bag, his hands slightly red from the cold wind. Song Lang squeezed it and frowned at the coldness.
"You should go home now, and remember to wear gloves next time you ride your bike."
"Okay, Meng Fanxing will take you home after the exam."
"Huh? What about you?" Song Lang asked, then felt it was unnecessary. It was so cold outside, and he didn't want Shen Zhifei to run back and forth. "It's okay, it's okay. You go home. Be careful on the road and call me when you get home."
"You're taking an exam," Shen Zhifei reminded him.
"Give me three shakes, and I'll know it's you." Song Lang slung his backpack over his right shoulder, walked backwards, and waved at him. "Remember?"
Shen Zhifei nodded and watched him walk into the school before turning his car around. He didn't go far, but found a place nearby to lock the car and then walked into the milk tea shop opposite the school gate.
After estimating the time, he called Song Lang, and hung up after the phone rang for the third time.
Shen Zhifei waited at the milk tea shop for nearly three hours until students started walking out of the school gate. Only then did she go out and stand far away behind a telephone pole, staring at the entrance and occasionally glancing at the photos on her phone.
Not long after, he found his target.
Just as he was about to follow, an arm draped over his shoulder, and when he turned around, he was met with Song Xianji's roguish grin.
"Hey, I was just trying my luck here, and I actually found it."
Chapter 028
What are you doing here?
Shen Zhifei pushed his hand away with a displeased look and took two steps back.
"Of course I'm worried about you," Song Xianji said. "You suddenly asked me about Gu Fengkai yesterday. It's either that he's going to cheat on me or that he's going to cause trouble. I have to keep an eye on him."
Shen Zhifei lowered his gaze; he didn't like this kind of joke.
"Tsk, judging from your expression, you're here to cause trouble. I'll help you!"
"unnecessary."
"Hey," Song Xianji rubbed his hands together, looking excited, "Are you going or not? If you keep dawdling with me, everyone will leave."
Shen Zhifei turned his head to look at the school gate. The person next to him had already left before him, so he quickly caught up.
Every second of delay could be seen by Song Lang, who could appear at any moment.
Unfortunately, Meng Fanxing had a sharp eye. As she rode her bicycle with Song Lang on the back, wobbling as they came out of the school gate, she immediately recognized the outstanding Shen Zhifei from the crowd of people coming and going.
"Huh? Isn't that Little Fei? I think he was here yesterday too..."
Song Lang quickly stood up from the back seat and looked in the direction the man was pointing. He only caught a glimpse of two familiar figures before they disappeared around the corner.
He threw his schoolbag to Meng Fanxing and strode after her.
"Hey? Dalang, wait for me!" Meng Fanxing hurriedly pedaled his bicycle to catch up, carrying a schoolbag on his back and a backpack on his back, looking a bit comical. He waved, "Get on, get on."
Song Lang grabbed his shoulder, took two quick steps, and straddled him, saying in a deep voice, "Don't follow too closely. Let's see what they're up to first."
Meng Fanxing felt like a spy again and nodded repeatedly: "Oh, okay, sure."
As they turned the next street corner, Gu Fengkai separated from his companions. Seeing him alone, Song Xianji tried to make a move, but Shen Zhifei stopped him in time.
"Why are you stopping me? He's just one street away from home." Song Xianji was about to leave again when the pressure on his shoulder increased, causing him to wince in pain.
“He knows you,” Shen Zhifei said.