First Frost ( Requested )

Chapter 64

Wen Yifan stared at this sentence for a long time, his mind turned pale. She didn't know if this matter was fabricated by Che Yanqin, or if such a thing really happened. After all, she had never heard Sang Yan mention it.

After a long while, Wen Yifan put down the phone and got up out of the room.

At this moment, Sang Yan had just finished taking a shower and was sitting on the sofa playing games. The tips of his hair were moist, his complexion looked cold and white in the light, and his expression was lazy and perfunctory, as if he was just looking for something to pass the time.

Wen Yifan walked over and sat beside him.

Sang Yan raised his eyelashes: "What time is it, why aren't you sleeping?"

"Sang Yan," Wen Yifan looked at him and wrote as much as possible to calm himself down, "The man who said it was my uncle, did you go to your bar some time ago?"

Sang Yan completely stopped what he was doing: "Who mentioned it to you?"

"..."

This is equivalent to default.

At this moment, the feeling of extremely self-confidence almost swallowed Wen Yifan. She didn't even need to ask another question, she could guess what Che Xingde did after passing by.

It was nothing more than to ask him for money, in the name of her uncle. Or Sapo was unwilling to give money, and did something in full view that prevented Sang Yan from coming to Taiwan.

But he shouldn't have encountered such a thing.

Why should he encounter such a thing.

Why should he encounter such a thing because of you.

Wen Yifan's throat choked and felt that he couldn't say anything. She lowered her eyes, subconsciously pinched her clothes, and said lightly: "...Sorry, I will tell them."

Noting her emotions, Sang Yan frowned and threw the phone aside. He turned his head to look at her expression, and hesitated and said in a daze: "Wen Shuangjiang, what do you apologize for?"

Wen Yifan met his gaze, staring blankly.

"The guests who come to the bar are a mixed bag. This kind of thing happens almost every day." Sang Yan was a little patient and explained seriously, "I didn't worry about this mess at all, understand?"

"..."

In a daze, Wen Yifan felt like he had returned to the night that Wen Liangxian took home after meeting his parents. Her mind was once again occupied by the words of Che Yanqin and Wen Liangxian at the time, which kept echoing in her ears.

――"Frost, you are too disobedient."

――"Can't you let us save snacks?"

――"We have no obligation to support you."

――"We just need you to be a little obedient and don't do anything out of the ordinary."

Wen Yifan.

Don't give people trouble.

You can't trouble anyone.

Otherwise, you will be left behind.

...

After the two said anything more, Wen Yifan had no impression. She only remembered that Sang Yan seemed to say a few more comforting words, and she tried all her strength to make herself look as normal as possible.

Wen Yifan played a game with Sang Yan, and then returned to the room due to sleepiness.

After sitting in the room for half an hour, Wen Yifan opened WeChat again and sent a message to Zhao Yuandong after a long time: [You give me her phone number]