Song Xinyuan ignored those strong gazes, presenting the QR code toward Zhao Yufeng and the other party for a quick scan and payment once she mentioned the amount. Wanting to say something, she fell silent upon seeing the boy's extremely indifferent expression.
At this point, another boy emerged from the shop, looking sleepy, and called out confusedly, "Yuanyuan?" The young man standing at the door rubbed his eyes, his hair a mess. Despite the disarray, his fair skin and slender figure made him another handsome and eye-catching person.
Song Xinyuan's temples throbbed at the name, and she made a cold acknowledgment sound before lazily explaining, "I helped you with a customer."
"Oh... No, when did you come back?" Shen Chiyan nodded politely at Zhao Yufeng and the others, finding them familiar but too sleepy to provide useful information.
"Morning," he received a very concise answer, as always.
"Shen Dashen's youngest son?" Huo Jingsheng, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. It was supposed to be a question, but his tone was very firm. His voice was muffled due to the mask, but pleasant to hear.
Zhao Yufeng snapped his fingers, "Bingo. I was trying hard to remember where I had seen this kid. So, what are you doing in such a remote car repair shop?"
Shen Chiyan was now completely awake. He looked at them confusedly, "You guys are acquainted with my father? I own this shop." Those people didn't seem like ordinary folks, but he had never seen them in Haicheng.
"The son of the richest man in Haicheng runs a car repair shop. Interesting," Bai Yancheng smirked.
Shen Chiyan touched his ear stud and let out a dry laugh, "I run this shop for fun in my free time."
The others were speechless. "Then you sure have a unique hobby!"
"I bought you breakfast, it's on the table," Song Xinyuan interrupted, walking inside the shop. She came out with a small package and headed toward her motorcycle. She didn't want to listen to their meaningless talk.
Shen Chiyan subconsciously asked, "You just came, where are you going?" He suddenly noticed she hadn't looked at him once. He found it suspicious.
"You! You turn to look at me first," Song Xinyuan didn't obey his words and continued to walk.
Shen Chiyan suddenly took long strides and stood in front of Song Xinyuan. Seeing her long nails, which were black and purple, he took a deep breath and said in a heavy voice, "That crazy woman tried to harm you again."
Song Xinyuan pursed her lips without making a sound. Her incredibly pretty eyebrows were cold and dry.
Shen Chiyan had no choice but to stop talking after seeing her expression. He raised his hand to touch the wound, but Song Xinyuan stepped back.
"Either let me treat your wound, or I'll inform him. Your choice." At first glance, the wound didn't look treated. He wished he could confront that woman.
"It only looks serious because of my fair skin. I'm going back," Song Xinyuan walked past him. Shen Chiyan didn't stop her anymore, knowing she wouldn't allow him to do anything. She never looked back again.
"This annoying guy," he mumbled softly, equally annoyed.
Song Xinyuan picked up the black motorcycle helmet, put it on, straddled her slender legs over the bike, let down the visor with a finger, and inserted the key.
The motorcycle's engine roared to life and sped off.
Huo Jingsheng and the others silently listened to their conversation. They didn't know why they did it. They only came to their senses after hearing the engine sound of the motorcycle.
"You seem to be very close to her," Huo Jingsheng commented inexplicably, sounding like he was smiling. Nobody knew what he meant by "interesting."
"He looks a lot like that guy," Bai Yancheng mumbled on the other hand.
"What's her name?" Huo Jingsheng asked Shen Chiyan.
"Song Xinyuan," Shen Chiyan had a feeling this man was extremely furious, even though he sounded very gentle.
Huo Jingsheng whispered softly, "Song Xinyuan." The thin lips opened and closed as the name rolled off his tongue. She seemed even thinner than before.