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Li Hyuk was not in the mood to watch the fireworks.

Even throughout the banquet, he kept staring at the two people in the first row. They smile, whisper, and hold hands, all signs of a rekindled relationship.

If it were before, he would have smiled at Song Weiyu and said, "The little fool has finally seen his own heart clearly. I'm so happy."

But now...

On the phone was the chat interface between WeChat and Fu Haitang. He had already edited the text and just had to click to send.

Chen was placed in a row behind him, looked at his watch, leaned over and rested his elbows on his knees, his slightly hoarse voice was particularly obvious amidst the explosion of fireworks and cheers.

"Li He, how far is Fu Haitang's condition?"

Li He frowned and turned to look at him, "What do you mean?"

Chen Fang stared at the center of the first row like a wolf. The woman's delicate neck hung slightly, as if she could snap it in one bite. "He has deliberately stopped taking the medicine. Can he hold on? Is he... so uncomfortable that he wants to die every night?"

Li He slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

He grabbed Chen Fang's shirt collar and pulled him up, lowering his voice and glaring angrily: "Chen Fang, damn you, you should have known that the medicine was dirty!"

"Why didn't you say it! Why didn't you say it! No matter what, we have been friends for thirty years!"

Li He gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words.

Chen Fang let him grab the collar of his shirt, curled his lips, and raised his palms: "Relax, we're all watching."

Everyone around looked over, and the sharp-eyed reporters had already started taking pictures. Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Li He gave him an uppercut.

Chen Fang leaned back neatly and dodged easily.

Li Hyuk wanted to fight again.

In the front row, Song Jingming stood up subconsciously when he saw this scene, his face tightened, and he was about to walk this way.

But he was stopped by his elder brother, who pressed his shoulder and said coldly, "Sit down! Dad doesn't want you to get involved in the elders' affairs!"

Song Jingming clenched his fists and looked at the reporter who was secretly filming. Calm down for a moment, that's not right. Neither Chen Fang nor Li He are impulsive people. How could they suddenly make a move in public?

Before he could figure it out, a cautious cry came from his ear.

"dad…"

Wen Ying stood beside Song Jingming and shouted to Chen Fang worriedly.

Chen Fang looked over and glanced at Song Jingming before his eyes fell on Wen Ying, "Sit down, it's none of your business."

This "Dad" sound is more explosive than the fight between President Li and Boss Hei of the International Hospital.

The onlookers nearby couldn't help but roared: "Damn it, when will Chen Fang have a daughter!"

"It was probably born at an early age. It was protected and not exposed. It seems that it is just an adult at this age. But in their line of work, it is normal to hide and protect the child."

"Hey, tell me, this girl is so beautiful...is she born to Song Weiyu?"

Muttering, rustling, whispering, the bold reporter even pointed directly at Chen Wenying's face.

There are so many people and the area is so large that it seems that the situation is uncontrollable.

Fu Haitang stood up suddenly, stood still for two seconds, and moved his neck.

The eyes of everyone in the back row fell on his broad back.

He turned around with an impatient expression and glanced indifferently wherever he looked. The surroundings were boiling like boiling water just a moment ago, and there was an instant silence.

His eyes fell on a few reporters wearing the logos of major media companies. The reporters shrank their necks, covered their cameras, and hurried away.

"Li Hyuk, let go."

Fu Haitang looked at the two people with a look of disgust.

"Fu Haitang, he obviously..." Li He's face turned red with anger, and his eyes, which were already red from staying up late, were now covered with anger.

Seeing Song Weiyu's probing eyes, he could only swallow his words and push Chen Fang away, "Fu Haitang, come out with me!"

The fireworks are almost over, and the bright purple colors are dotted in the blue sky, and the flowers are huge and dreamlike.

The few people standing had different expressions on their faces.

Suddenly in the dark, Fu Haitang said: "Wait a little longer until the fireworks are finished."

Li Hyuk looked at him and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Will you go out with me?"

"You're not leaving, okay, then I'll say it here. Song Weiyu, let me tell you, he - the man standing next to you! He was..."

"Go out and talk."

Fu Haitang's face remained calm, but his eyes were dark, and he walked out.

A small hand grabbed the sleeve.

"Fu Haitang, can't you wait until the fireworks are over before going?" He was tall and Song Weiyu was sitting there, so she could only look up at him.

The man paused, raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Wait for me to come back. I will be back before the fireworks are over."

He smiled, but Song Weiyu didn't let go, staring at him with a look of confusion, worry, and other things in his bright eyes.

Fu Haitang suddenly squatted down and knelt half in front of her. At this height, the two of them could look at each other.

He took her cold hand and rubbed it, coaxing, "When do I mean what I say?"

Song Weiyu thought for a while: "No..."

Fu Haitang looked at the burns on her wrists, stood up and left.

The sleeves were forcefully pulled away from her hands, and Song Weiyu's hands paused in the air, still holding him in position.