Su Yin got into He Wencheng's sedan.
He Wencheng had prepared breakfast for her, "Have some."
Su Yin looked at He Wencheng and was also somewhat moved.
She quietly said, "Thank you."
He Wencheng smiled and didn't mind.
As he drove, he said, "Last night, I beat up Ji Zhihan."
"I know."
"Are you angry?" He Wencheng asked.
Su Yin shook her head.
"If it weren't for the fact that his psychological age is only 17 right now, I'd really want to have a good fight with him. What kind of man is he if he can't even protect his own woman!"
"He's not really a man right now," Su Yin said with a light smile.
"Did he ask where you were going this morning?"
"He did."
"What did you say?"
"I said you came to pick me up."
"He didn't die of anger?"
"He's okay, I guess." Su Yin ate her breakfast and chatted with He Wencheng, seeming to relax a bit, "He can't change anything, can't help with anything, and he wouldn't even believe that all of this has to do with his mother."
