Si Fuqing asked, "Is there money to be had?"
"Alright, I got it," Sang Yanqing raised a hand to stop her, feeling utterly exhausted. "I'll go and reject it right now."
"Sis," Su Yang approached her with concern. "Do you need me to help you with reposting?"
"No need, this matter doesn't concern you. Don't get involved; it's not good for you," Si Fuqing squinted her eyes. "I heard from from Little Xu that your ex-girlfriend called you, and you were in a bad mood. So, you still won't tell me who she is?"
She certainly knew why Su Yang ended up singing in a bar and was subsequently surrounded by thugs.
It was all because of his girlfriend.
If she hadn't happened by that day, Su Yang's injury would have been more than just a leg injury.
Su Yang's expression was cold. "She's not someone important, no need to bother your ears."
