The strongholds of revolution are often breached from within.

"Hey, what do you guys think Jiang Chen is thinking about? Could it be that he was hit hard by those rich kids yesterday?"

Luo Peng looked at the balcony with suspicion.

After coming back, Jiang Chen seemed off, leaning on the balcony, staring into space, occasionally furrowing his brow, occasionally looking distressed, as if he had some troubling matters on his mind.

"How can that be? Brother Chen isn't that fragile, and besides, wasn't he with Li Shuru last night?"

"Exactly, that's what I was thinking too. Li Shuru left with him last night, which means those rich kids' sweet talk didn't work, so why does he still look so down?"

"You go ask?"

Li Shao spoke up.

Luo Peng was thinking the same thing, but before he could go over, Jiang Chen suddenly turned around and walked back.

"Peng Zi, who did you say was your favorite actress again?"

Luo Peng was stunned, a bit baffled, but still replied subconsciously, "Dilireba, right? What about her?"