After Wan Hang left, Xu Nianhua looked at Pei Yicheng with curiosity, as if she was wondering who he was.
"He's Wan Hang, the son of that woman." Pei Yicheng's expression was somewhat complex; he didn't like Wan Hongxing, so naturally, he wasn't fond of Wan Hang either.
Yet, Wan Hang, who was a month older, somehow guarded him like a brother.
During his rebellious middle school years, fighting was commonplace. He could solve those problems, but he didn't want to.
It was at that time that Wan Hang attended the same school as him. Although they were in different classes, he saw him quite often.
Once, after a fight, due to his carelessness, he got slightly injured. Wan Hang mocked him fiercely, and he still remembers Wan Hang's expression then—cold with a hint of contempt.
In his youth, he couldn't help but fight Wan Hang. Eventually, he began to study earnestly, moving from last place to the top five in his grade.
But Wan Hang always ranked first in the grade, leading by far.
