Song Qingyu didn't care if the people behind her would follow.
Even if he followed her, she had made up her mind to ignore him.
The two of them could still be friends, but after this incident, it was clearly impossible.
Although she didn't know what deal Yu Muhuai and Shen Xiyan had made, Song Qingyu understood one thing.
The group of people that Shen Xiyan contacted were weak and stupid, but they were indeed outlaws. If she was a little weaker and the police arrived a little slower, perhaps Song Xingye would have been killed directly.
Yu Muhuai, who was standing in the same spot, slowly smiled.
As he watched Song Qingyu walk away, he once again felt the distance between them, as if separated by mountains and seas, impossible to cross.
Perhaps Shen Xiyan was right.
Song Qingyu was the cloud in the sky, and he was just mud on the ground.
However, he had always been unwilling to accept it.
