Song Ci saw that he looked like he had been rejected by Song Fei and asked Han Zhan, "It's very boring to be alone with Song Fei, right?"
Han Zhan curved his lips and lied against his will. "Sister Fei is a pretty easygoing person. I just want to be with you."
"Don't lie to me. Do you think I don't know what kind of person she is?"
Han Zhan didn't continue this topic and asked Song Ci, "Does your stomach hurt?"
Song Ci's menstrual cycle had come. Her abdomen felt slightly uncomfortable but not painful. She shook her head. "No."
"That's good. Let me bring the tea over." Han Zhan handed Song Fei a cup of tea in the living room with a respectful attitude.
Song Fei had no intention of reaching out for the tea. Her cold eyes stared straight into Han Zhan's. She suddenly asked, "When Song Ci was 8 years old, she was bullied by a male classmate for the first time. How did I avenge her?"
