Luo Yun looked around, then asked curiously, "Other than that guy just now, I don't see any of your companions here. Why aren't you running?"
"A defeated opponent—what is there to fear?" Wang Yan said with a chuckle.
"Why is that?" Luo Yun pressed curiously.
"I can tell Xiaobai and you are both very clever. Tell me, what do you think my background is?"
Luo Yun gave a casual snort. "What else could it be? You're the child of workers and peasants."
Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "I can tell you two are the children of officials from the compound. So what do you think of people like me, children of workers and peasants?"
"It's honorable. What else is there to think?"
That was what Luo Yun said, but Wang Yan saw no sincerity in her eyes—only the right answer.
"What about you, Xiaobai?" Wang Yan tipped his chin at Zhou Xiaobai, prompting her to speak.
Zhou Xiaobai said, "Everyone's the same. What is there to think?"
"They look down on me."
Wang Yan pointed at the group with a smile. "See that one in the sweater? His name is Li Yuanchao. They say he has a lot of influence among the old soldiers, and he's also quite a figure among the toughs in Four Nine City.
"The cause of this wasn't complicated. That guy named Zhang Haiyang heard I could fight and refused to accept it, so he wanted to test me. That Li Yuanchao acted all high and mighty, barking orders like it was only natural, telling me to fight Zhang Haiyang."
"So what? Don't people like you love fighting?" Luo Yun said as if it were only natural.
Wang Yan shot her a sidelong glance. "It's true that I've taken a liking to Comrade Xiaobai, but