"You’d better clear out now, I can’t take in a word you’re saying."
Allan, "I knew you’d betray me after crossing the bridge. You mentioned making hotpot before, and I’ve recorded that. I’ll tell them about it soon. It’s inevitable now. To prevent you from playing tricks on me, repeat your promise now, and I’ll immediately send you the address. Otherwise, let’s meet in person."
"Where do you get the nerve to talk to me ? You’re too arrogant."
Allan laughed, "I just realized, being arrogant in front of you feels so refreshing. It was always you before. We tolerated it, now it’s my turn. Why can’t I?"
"I don’t have time to chat here. Hurry up and tell me. I’m worried something might happen to him."
Allan, feeling a bit melancholic, "You’re not really falling for him, are you? He’s so young, and you’re like a cradle snatcher. That’s not really right."
"If something really happened to him, would you feel guilty at heart?"
Allan didn’t delay, promptly sending Huo Qi’s address over. Ao Chen, keeping his word this time, just told him, "Recording."
Upon hearing he had recorded, Ao Chen laughed and said, "I owe you guys two hotpot meals, I remember. We’ll find time—one at Davis’s place, one at Jessica’s house. Jessica doesn’t go out much, so to accommodate her, that’s settled."
In fact, he was still afraid of someone going to his own house.
Allan complained to himself but felt much better. Now, he had evidence, and Ao Chen seemed different this time. The power of love is truly great.
Allan immediately notified everyone, and they were all thrilled, except Jessica, who replied the next day. For everyone else, it only took seconds.
Ao Chen analyzed the worst possible outcome of the situation, his face grim from the moment he left his house. He didn’t know what Huo Qi might face, but he was sure that if Huo Qi ended up in the hands of his roommate, things wouldn’t end well.
Reality proved Ao Chen’s predictions slightly off.
Huo Qi faced his roommate not only competently but also used him as an outlet, beating him so bad that he couldn’t get up.
Ao Chen encountered just that situation. Upon arriving at the dorm, he saw Huo Qi dragging a man by the hair downstairs. The spectacle was so intense that bystanders didn’t dare intervene for fear of becoming Huo Qi’s next target.
He followed them and watched as Huo Qi dragged the man into a corner and kicked him hard. Huo Qi wasn’t as built as his roommate but was much more agile. His roommate tried to fight back a few times, but it was hardly effective, and the situation turned into a one-sided beating by Huo Qi.
Only when the man pleaded did Huo Qi shake his sore wrist and say, "Trying to scheme against me? I won’t hold a grudge, gave you face right?"
"Cough cough cough..."
The man couldn’t speak, the pain in his organs forced him to lay gasping on the ground.
Huo Qi snorted, "I told you, if you want to do the pimping business, no one is stopping you. But you crossed the line thinking of involving me."
Huo Qi’s tone was extremely cold, like impervious sharp ice, harsh and unforgiving. Ao Chen believed that if something really had happened that day, Huo Qi would certainly have crippled his roommate, regardless of the consequences.
With that thought, he felt somewhat relieved that he had met and saved him.
After walking a bit, Huo Qi heard a familiar voice behind him, turned his head, and saw a flash of surprise in Ao Chen’s eyes, which quickly turned to joy as he approached, "Hello."
"You handle a fight quite efficiently," Ao Chen teased.
Huo Qi smiled, "I can’t just let people bully me without responding, taking my losses in silence. I’m not that kind of man. I usually don’t hold grudges because I settle them on the spot. If I still want to get back at someone the next day, it means I was really hurt."
Well, the logic was sound, and he couldn’t refute it. He found it amusing, "Okay, I’m not here to accuse you of anything. You’ve met my friends before, right?"
"They helped save you that day too. To show your gratitude, how about you make a hotpot for them? Do you know how?"