Song Xiaotian's temper was practically an upgraded version of Meng Yifan's.
As he spoke, he actually moved to hit Tao Xiaoyu.
Mostly, Tao Xiaoyu's excuses were so morally twisted that Song Xiaotian could barely hold himself back.
I hurriedly grabbed him, stopping him from striking her.
We were out on the street. If the police showed up, he would get at least fifteen days in detention.
Tao Xiaoyu was frightened too, crying nonstop as though we were bullying her.
"Tao Xiaoyu, I'm not wasting any more breath on you. We caught you today, and we can't pretend this never happened. I'll be honest: you don't deserve Meng Yifan."
I said coldly, "Break up with him yourself, and I won't tell him about this. Otherwise, with his temper, you and that lover of yours will end up dead in the street."
With that, afraid I might not be able to hold Song Xiaotian back much longer, I hurriedly dragged him away.
What a miserable mess.
Because of that haunted house, Meng Yifan had ended up in a lawsuit, and someone had ruined his business.
Now he had finally gotten the business going again and was working himself to death every day, only for his woman to hook up with someone else.
If he found out about this, I really worried he would sink into despair.
We would keep this from him, for fear something might happen to him.
The next morning, Song Xiaotian and I went to the shop very early.
We had warned Tao Xiaoyu last night. She was surely afraid of Meng Yifan finding out too, so she should have broken up with him by now.
Meng Yifan liked her so much that being dumped out of nowhere would surely hit him hard. As his buddies, Song Xiaotian and