Liu Chan silently saw Yang Fei out of the alley, the atmosphere somewhat oppressive.
Yang Fei felt slightly uneasy and took the initiative to start a conversation.
"Chan'er, what's wrong?"
Liu Chan lifted her head.
Her dark and shiny eyes, under her neat bangs, were moist with tears.
Yang Fei was taken aback.
"Chan'er, why are you crying? Are you unhappy?"
Liu Chan stood still, her voice choked up.
"No, Big Brother Yang, I am happy for you."
"I always knew, you weren't an ordinary person, watching your career succeed, I..."
Her voice broke, unable to continue.
Yang Fei smiled, reached out, and gently stroked Liu Chan's hair.
"I thought someone had bullied you. No matter how impressive your Big Brother Yang is, I am still your Big Brother Yang."
"Besides, does earning a bit of money mean I'm not an ordinary person anymore?"
"By that logic, wouldn't the world's richest man be on the same level as immortals and Buddha?"
Yang Chan felt his large palm stroking her head.
