Song Yiyan could not speak from her crying. She shook her head vigorously and sobbed incoherently. "No, he advanced."
Ling Sheng frowned, her forehead darkening. Since he advanced, why are you crying? You can just cry for a short while. Look at the other fans in the place. Besides chatting and laughing, some of their faces were dark. No one else was crying so miserably. "It's good that he advanced. Why are you crying when he has advanced?"
Song Yiyan sniffled. "I… I… I'm happy. I'm… happy for him."
Ling Sheng actually understood the fans' minds very well. Just cry then. She did not bother with her anymore. She looked at Nangong Lengyu, who was about to carry her son home. "Auntie Yu, thank you. We're leaving. You guys should go home too. It's already this late."
