The first thing Yan Zhiyi said was, "Have you gone to see Jing'an?"
A trace of awkwardness crossed all three members of the Song family's faces, because Yan Zhiyi had hit the mark. They had headed straight for the Yan Family's home upon arriving in Jingjiang. They could visit Song Jing'an anytime.
Still, Madam Song brazened it out. "Jing'an is at work. We thought we'd get together after he gets off. We had nothing else to do, so we came to see you."
Yan Zhiyi said nothing more and turned to Xia Shule.
Xia Shule was looking them up and down, hostility in his eyes. After all, they did not care about Song Dimu. How could he be pleasant to people who treated his friend badly?
Besides, he had heard from Jing'an before that the family barely bothered with him either. Instead, they lavished affection on that fake young master, the kind who would pluck the stars from the sky if he asked.
Seeing the obvious hostility in Xia Shule's eyes, Yan Zhiyi grew unhappy. What if these people made Xia Shule angry with him and he no longer wanted him?
When Yan Zhiyi turned back, disgust had entered his eyes too.
The three members of the Song family, however, remained oblivious.
Song Jingsheng stared at the face he yearned for day and night, love almost spilling from his eyes. "Zhiyi, it's been so long. Do you still remember me?"
All the beautiful memories in Song Jingsheng's mind surfaced, and he had even imagined a beautiful future.
Catching sight of Xia Shule beside him out of the corner of his eye, he sized him up with ill intent, his gaze finally settling on Xia Shule's face.
*What right did a guy with nothing but a pretty face have to stay