After Wan Hang left, Xu Nianhua finally looked at Pei Yicheng with a puzzled expression, as if she was curious who he was.
"He's Wan Hang, that woman's son." Pei Yicheng's gaze was a bit complicated; he didn't like Wan Hongxing, so logically, he shouldn't like Wan Hang either.
But as luck would have it, Wan Hang, who's a month older than him, always watched over him like an older brother.
During his rebellious middle school days, fighting was basically routine. He could do the homework, but he just didn't want to.
It was around that time that Wan Hang came to his school. Although they weren't in the same class, he saw him way more often.
Once, right after he'd gotten into a fight, he ended up with a bruise because he wasn't careful, and Wan Hang mocked him mercilessly. He still remembers Wan Hang's look back then: cold, with a touch of disdain.
