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Yang Zhiyan looked at Jiang Siya's profile, her mouth slightly open, wanting to say "You're too fierce," but she didn't say it.

She thought Jiang Siya was pretty cool, since she herself wouldn't dare to do that.

The boy in the black shirt stood there, stunned, the milk tea still dripping down.

He raised his hand and wiped his face, removing the milk tea and revealing the following expression: flushed and contorted.

His lips were trembling, his nostrils were flaring, and his fists were clenched. The boy in the white shirt next to him grabbed his arm.

Jiang Siya didn't even glance at the boy in black; instead, she looked at the boy in white and sized him up.

"I thought you were pretty good-looking," she said, her tone tinged with disappointment. "Being friends with someone like that probably means you're not a good person either."

The boy in the white shirt blushed slightly. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again.

The boy in the black shirt shook off his companion's hand and took a step forward.

"What the hell did you say?" His voice was so loud it sounded like a roar, attracting the attention of everyone at the mall exit.

His fist clenched even tighter, and the veins stretched from the back of his hand all the way to his forearm.

He took another step forward, getting less than two meters away from Jiang Siya.

He leaned forward, his shoulders hunched, looking like an enraged bull ready to charge at any moment.

Yang Zhiyan stood up and blocked Jiang Siya's way.

"What do you want to do?" Yang Zhiyan asked. "My boyfriend is coming right away."

She looked directly into the eyes of the boy in the black clothes without flinching.

But her heart was beating fast. Black

The boy in the colored shirt was stunned for a moment when she looked at him. He hadn't expected this seemingly soft-looking woman to stand in front of him.

The boy in the white shirt quickly grabbed the boy in the black shirt's arm from behind, this time pulling very tightly with both hands.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around." His voice was tense, hurried, and he was afraid things would escalate.

The boy in the black shirt twisted his shoulder, trying to shake off his companion's hand, but he couldn't.

"You fucking bastard, I did all this for you!" His voice was filled with a sense of betrayal and anger.

The boy in the white shirt blushed even more. "It was you all along..." He paused, his voice lowering.

"You want to add her on WeChat, but you're too scared to do it yourself, so you asked me to go."

The scene was a complete mess, and it was impossible to tell who was right and who was wrong. Two boys stood at the mall exit, one covered in milk tea, the other with his face as red as a boiled shrimp. They talked back and forth, their voices sometimes loud and sometimes soft, their expressions sometimes angry and sometimes embarrassed.

Some passersby stopped to watch, some walked around, and some took out their phones to take pictures.

Yang Zhiyan pulled Jiang Siya back two steps and hid to the side.

"So that's how it is," Jiang Siya said, leaning against a pillar with her arms crossed, watching the two boys who were still arguing.

"The guy in black wanted to add you on WeChat, but he was too shy to go himself, so he sent the guy in white instead. The guy in white was rejected, and the guy in black, feeling embarrassed, started swearing at you."

She shook her head. "You really can't just add anyone on WeChat. Sometimes you don't even know who you're chatting with."

Fortunately, Yang Zhiyan did not listen to his urging.

Yang Zhiyan recalled a video she had seen before. A boy was pursuing a girl, sending her good morning and good night messages every day, without any other gestures.

Later, the girl got a boyfriend, and the boy came to question her: I've been pursuing you for so long, why have you been stringing me along?

The girl said: Are you sure this is pursuing me and not harassment?

After watching the video, she felt that the girl was right.

Qin Yuzheng walked out of the mall. He and Qin Yushang went to the basement to get their car, drove to the exit, and waited for a long time but no one came.

He told Qin Yushang to wait while he came in to find her.

As he walked into the mall exit, he saw a crowd gathered there; some were watching, some were taking pictures, and some were whispering.

His gaze swept through the crowd and landed on Yang Zhiyan. She was standing by a pillar at the entrance of the milk tea shop, next to Jiang Siya, the two of them squeezed together. He quickened his pace.

"Are you alright?" He walked up to Yang Zhiyan, looked her up and down, her hair, face, clothes, and hands, and only after confirming that she was unharmed did he turn his gaze to the two boys.

Yang Zhiyan shook her head and recounted what had happened: the woman in white asked for her WeChat, which she refused; the woman in black accused her of being pretentious; Jiang Siya spilled milk tea, and the woman in black tried to attack her.

She spoke very simply, without embellishment or exaggeration.

But Qin Yuzheng was still very angry. It was one thing for a toad to want to eat swan meat, but to actually try to take action.

He looked at the two people. The one in black was covered in milk tea, looking disheveled, but still cursing.

The woman in white was holding his arm, her face filled with regret.

Qin Yuzheng's gaze swept across their faces. These skinny, weaklings dared to covet his baby. He took a step forward.

"You're the one who wanted to hit my girlfriend?" Qin Yuzheng's voice carried an air of authority even without anger.

The boy in the black clothes looked at him, opened his mouth slightly, and then closed it again.

His gaze moved from Qin Yuzheng's face to his shoulders, his arms, and his posture.

He was a man, and he knew whether another man was capable of fighting. The person in front of him was someone he couldn't defeat.

"I'm asking you." An even harsher tone descended. The boy in black stubbornly retorted. "What's it to you?"

Qin Yuzheng said something. Yang Zhiyan didn't hear what he said; her attention was on Jiang Siya.

But the boy in the black clothes heard him. His face turned red.

His lips trembled, and then he suddenly rushed towards Qin Yuzheng. The boy in the white shirt tried to pull him back, but couldn't.

His fist swung out, fast but without any pattern.

Qin Yuzheng shifted his body slightly, his fist grazing past his shoulder. Then Qin Yuzheng raised his foot and kicked him in the stomach.

The movement was so fast that the surrounding onlookers hadn't even had time to react. The boy in black flew backward more than a meter, crashed to the ground, clutching his stomach, and curled up like a shrimp.

The boy in the white shirt paused for a moment, then rushed over. Before he could even raise his fist, Qin Yuzheng's other foot had already landed on his chest.

He staggered back a few steps and bumped into the glass door of the mall. With a "bang," the glass door shook but did not break.

Qin Yuzheng stood still, pulled his foot back, and lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his shoe, knocking away non-existent dust.

His expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even pant. He took out his phone and dialed Qin Yushang's number.

"Come here for a moment, it's the exit on the first floor."

After hanging up the phone, he turned to look at Yang Zhiyan. Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were wide open.

She was still holding the unfinished mango pomelo sago in her hand. The cup was deformed from her grip, and a little milk tea spilled from the straw and dripped onto her fingers.

Looking at her expression, Qin Yuzheng sighed inwardly. Oh no, the baby must think he's fierce.