Song Yan Ning looked at Qin Yushen with confusion, placed all the hair ties in her hand into his, and said, "Let’s go, it’s time to check out." Since he wanted to carry them, she let him.
Qin Yushen showed a hint of disappointment and followed Song Yan Ning towards the cashier.
After paying, Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen left the accessory shop.
Qin Yushen took a hair tie out of the small bag and handed it to Song Yan Ning. Now she should understand his intention.
Song Yan Ning blinked, took the hair tie from Qin Yushen’s hand, and tied her hair, which was draped behind her back.
Qin Yushen looked frustrated. How could she not understand his intention?
"What’s wrong?" Noticed Qin Yushen’s expression, Song Yan Ning asked in surprise.
Qin Yushen pulled another hair tie from the small bag and handed it to Song Yan Ning, "Put it on me." She didn’t understand, so he had to speak up himself. Anyway, he was determined to have her tie a hair tie for him today.
Song Yan Ning paused, then started laughing, "Qin Yushen, you really are childish." She knew what it meant for a girl to put a hair tie on a boy, she just hadn’t expected Qin Yushen to care about these things.
Qin Yushen’s face warmed slightly. It was his first time doing something so childish, but what could he do when Xiao Ning was the girl he liked? He would like it even if it was childish. Besides, having her tie it was a very happy thing.
Song Yan Ning stopped laughing, took the hair tie from Qin Yushen’s hand, and said, "Give me your hand."
Qin Yushen immediately showed a happy smile, held out his hand to Song Yan Ning, and looked at her expectantly.
Song Yan Ning rolled her eyes silently, a smile spilling from her lips. Just as she was about to place the hair tie on Qin Yushen’s wrist, she saw a group of people rushing towards them, led by the young man Qin Yushen had just reprimanded.
"Trouble’s coming," Song Yan Ning said with a smile as she withdrew her hand.
Qin Yushen glanced at the hair tie in Song Yan Ning’s hand, then turned to face the approaching group, his expression turning cold, his eyes flickering with an icy chill. Just as Xiao Ning was about to tie the hair tie for him, these people had to interrupt.
"They’re the ones," Yang Zhengdong ordered his followers behind him. He endured the pain just to see the downfall of these two, wanting them to cry and beg for mercy.
Twenty men, hearing the order, quickly charged at Qin Yushen and Song Yan Ning.
Qin Yushen’s figure flashed, confronting the incoming crowd.
Yang Zhengdong smirked, waiting to see Qin Yushen and Song Yan Ning beg for mercy, but soon, his smile froze on his face, his eyes filled with disbelief. How was this possible?
In just a few minutes, those twenty men were all down on the ground, rolling and groaning in pain.
Qin Yushen dusted off his hands, though there was no actual dust, and his gaze coldly swept towards Yang Zhengdong, stepping towards him. He had already let him off once, but the man had repeatedly created trouble for them, even interrupting Xiao Ning from tying the hair tie.
Yang Zhengdong felt a chill down his spine, cold sweat uncontrollably breaking out on his back. It was then he realized he had kicked an iron plate.
Taking a few steps back, Yang Zhengdong turned and fled in panic. He was now regretting provoking them, as someone who could so quickly dispatch twenty men was no ordinary person.
But before he could get far, he felt himself being lifted, then his body lightened, and he was thrown out.