Just as Ai Jiang's voice fell, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd: "I was wondering why the air here smells so bad, turns out someone's been farting!"
It was a woman's voice, sharp and domineering.
While others were still immersed in Ai Jiang's words, Xia Wan'an excitedly looked up towards the source of the voice.
Unbeknownst to everyone, Song Youman, wearing a black leather jacket, a pink skirt, and casual flat shoes, defiantly walked through the crowd towards Xia Wan'an.
As Song Youman got closer to Xia Wan'an, many people's gaze fell on her. Despite the curious or surprised eyes, she disdainfully brushed past Ai Jiang, who was standing in front of Xia Wan'an, and reached out to grasp Xia Wan'an's hand.
