Sang Qianqian glared at Xie Shi'an, turned around, and left without looking back.
Her hands were still trembling when she returned to the brightly-lit living room.
More than half an hour had passed, but Shen Hanyu still wasn't back. Sang Qianqian dialed his number, but no one picked up.
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The car arrived at Xia Sitong's studio.
Shen Hanyu felt an inexplicable sense of discomfort, and an indescribable irritation was running through his blood.
"Brother Hanyu, can you come with me?"
Xia Sitong turned her head to look at him, her face a little red and her eyes a little watery, "The lights outside our studio are broken. We didn't have time to fix them, so it's really dark inside."
Shen Hanyu frowned slightly, but he didn't reject the offer.
As Shen Shaofeng said, he really saw her as a sister. As long as she was obedient and didn't have any other thoughts, he was still willing to take on the responsibility of an older brother.
