The boy's smile froze on his face.
Lou Yuming stood behind her, raising an eyebrow in surprise at her words.
The boy shook his head, feeling his defenses crumbling bit by bit.
"Song Xi... how could you do this to me..."
Song Xi said to Lou Yuming, "Call the hospital."
Lou Yuming replied, "Yao Yifan will handle it. Let's go."
Just as they walked a few steps, the boy seemed to grab something and throw it.
Lou Yuming quickly shielded Song Xi in his arms.
A "bang" sounded from behind.
Song Xi turned her head and saw withered petals scattered all over the ground. She breathed a sigh of relief, glad it was just flowers.
"You don't care about us at all!"
The boy was indignant and fierce, "You liar! Everything you said was a lie to us!" Song Xi hadn't intended to get entangled with him, even thinking of letting him off the hook, but she didn't expect him to be so relentless. Since that was the case, she might as well just say it clearly.
"I care about my fans, but I don't care about you."
The boy broke down, his eyes bloodshot, "Why, I've done so much for you..."
"You did it for your own selfish desires, not for me. You know this better than anyone! What's on your phone wallpaper, do you really think I haven't seen it?"
The boy's expression faltered.
Song Xi said, "This is the end of it, or I'll call the police."
"No!"
A few seconds later, the boy's face broke into a defiant smile, "Fine, if you call the police, I will too! That man beat me up like this, I'll definitely make him go to jail!"
Song Xi glanced at Lou Yuming, "Oh really, then I'm quite curious to see."
Lou Yuming: "..."
The boy couldn't understand. Didn't she say they were friends? Why wasn't she afraid of her friend going to jail!
"Hehehehe..."
A neurotic curve formed on his lips, appearing somewhat eerie in the quiet parking lot.
"You don't care about others, then let's see if you care about yourself! I'll post all these wallpapers online, and then we'll see what you do! If it weren't for us, you wouldn't be where you are today, Song Xi, you're ungrateful!"
Lou Yuming's face was frosty. He was about to make a move when Song Xi stopped him.
His words had thoroughly angered Song Xi. She picked up the wilted flowers from the ground, walked over, and coldly threw them in his face.
"Where do you get off acting so righteous? And how dare you speak for my fans, don't insult them!"
"You!"
Song Xi snatched his phone. The boy, severely injured, was in no condition to resist.
She glanced at the wallpaper on the phone again, seeing her face photoshopped into such vulgar and disgusting imagery. She said with disgust, "Disgusting!"
"Give it back to me!"
Song Xi waved it in her hand, "This is evidence. I know you have backups. Go ahead and post it if you dare. I haven't had a peaceful day since I debuted. I can tolerate the public's pointing fingers and criticism, but can you? Do you know what social death feels like? Have you considered someone splashing paint on your doorstep, calling you daily with harassing calls, disturbing your peace, your information, your name, your photos all over the internet—"
"Stop talking!"
"Can't handle it yet?" Song Xi sneered, "Then have you considered what will happen to your family, your classmates, your colleagues, if they find out about this?"
"I... I..." The boy's face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Song Xi coldly withdrew her gaze and turned to leave.
"I will not let this matter go. You are an adult, and you must pay the price for your actions."
Lou Yuming didn't even glance at the boy. He walked closely behind Song Xi and made a call to Yao Yifan.
Meanwhile.
After hanging up the phone, Yao Yifan stood up from the ground with a calm expression and put the tissue he had used to cover his face into his pocket.
"Miss Song and the gentleman have left. Can I go to the basement now?"
Xiao Mo took a bite of the hamburger in her hand and nodded foolishly.
After taking a few steps, she realized a small tail was following her.
Yao Yifan asked, "Why are you following?"
Xiao Mo said vaguely, "I don't have a car."
Yao Yifan stared at the mayonnaise on the corner of her mouth. He wanted to ignore it, but his obsessive-compulsive disorder forced him to keep his attention there.
Perhaps feeling that staring at a girl's mouth was rather impolite, he handed her the tissue, "Corner of your mouth, wipe it clean."
"Oh, thank you!" After Xiao Mo wiped herself, she realized, "Is this the one you used to cover your face earlier?"
"Yes."
Xiao Mo sniffed and said abruptly, "It smells good."
Yao Yifan stumbled, almost falling.
"You!"
He turned back, a hint of red flashing on his cheeks due to panic.
But looking at the girl intently eating her hamburger, Yao Yifan's words got stuck in his throat.
"Do you want to eat it?" Xiao Mo asked.
Yao Yifan frowned and quickly refused, "No, men and women are different, I don't like to eat the same... with others..."
"Here."
Xiao Mo suddenly pulled a whole hamburger from her pocket.
Yao Yifan: "..."
For the first time, he found this girl even more inscrutable than Miss Song.