Hearing his explanation, Jiang Shuyao's solemn expression slowly relaxed.
She had almost forgotten that today's gang fight at the North Alley started because Pei Yan fought over someone's girlfriend.
Initially, she thought it was just a rumor, but seeing the little rascal beat the high school tyrant from the neighboring vocational school like that seemed to lend quite a bit of credibility to the gossip.
Jiang Shuyao glanced with her peripheral vision at the couple's slippers on their feet, giving rise to a certain speculation.
This guy couldn't really be...
"You're thinking correctly,"
Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a deep voice, and as she lifted her head, she saw Pei Yan, utterly earnest.
"You know what I'm thinking?" Jiang Shuyao blinked dubiously.
His eyes hadn't left her from the beginning. He even caught every subtle expression on the girl's face.
The hints had been so obvious, and she was such a bright girl, she couldn't have failed to understand.