That's because you don't know Song Yaoyao, Song Jingwan thought.

In Huo Ningxi's heart, Song Yaoyao was different.

Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. An Ruoyao winked at Song Jingwan and said loudly, "Oh, Jingwan, what do we do? I can't carry you up on my own! Eh! Young Master Huo, good timing! Young Master Huo!"

On this winter's day, the man had a cold vibe. He pursed his lips and headed upstairs without looking back.

Because his legs were long, he climbed three steps at a time and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Song Jingwan's smile froze.

An Ruoyao said awkwardly, "Jingwan, don't be sad. He must be in a bad mood."

Stabbing her nails into her palms, Song Jingwan nodded her head. "Yes, I understand. Ruoyao, give me a hand. Let's walk up together."

Her persistent expression made An Ruoyao's heart ache, and she blamed Huo Ningxi for it. That guy... How could he treat Jingwan like this? Who did he think he was?

"Jingwan, you should rest at home in this state. Why did you go to the trouble of coming here?"

Song Jingwan smiled. "The exams are coming. I don't want to drag the class down."

As soon as she mentioned this, An Ruoyao remembered, "That's right, we have a bet between the first and third class..."

"I will try my best."

This time, Song Jingwan did not speak up for Song Yaoyao pretentiously, but her eyes were bright and her voice remained gentle. An Ruoyao was surprised by this. "Jingwan, what made you suddenly wake up and change your stance?"

"This is related to the honor of the first class. Since she agreed to the bet, she should have the courage to face the consequences." Song Jingwan pressed her lips together and smiled. "She's an adult; I can't protect her all the time. Since that's the case, then I should let her learn things on her own."

An Ruoyao was ecstatic. "I'm happy that you think that way. Come, let's go. We need to do well in the exams and suppress those idiots from the third class!"

Yes, idiots...

Song Jingwan started climbing up the steps with An Ruoyao's help.

She narrowed her eyes as she looked through the window in the stairwell.

It was unclear what she was looking at.

...

Song Yaoyao received news on boxing day that there was a response from Song Wenchuan and he may wake up soon.

When she spoke to him, his eyelids twitched a little, but it seemed like he was lacking the strength to open them.

However, this was proof that he could sense the outside world.

"Huo Jiu, send the people outside away."

Huo Jiu nodded.

But Wei Yuanfan didn't understand. "Miss Song, don't you hate it when Mr. and Mrs. Song disturb Young Master Song? If those people leave..."

That crazy woman was bound to cause trouble again.

Song Yaoyao grabbed her silver needles and said calmly, "He's not the same as me. No matter how awful that woman is, she still gave birth to him. I can't force others to feel the same way as me."

Of course, this wouldn't make her dislike Song Wenchuan either.

Wei Yuanfan apologized shyly.

"Sorry, I was being too simple-minded. You're right."

He never imagined that this young woman would have such an open mind.

Unfortunate things happened every day. Sure, they could stop Zhou Manli today, but what about tomorrow? Or the day after?

Song Wenchuan was about to wake up.

So, Zhou Manli no longer had a reason to transfer him.

...

By the time that Huo Yunque returned home that night, it was already 10pm.

The car lights cast a shadow on the ground as Uncle Zhang rushed out with an umbrella. A layer of snow had already formed on top of it.

"You don't have to wait. Go get some rest."