"Ying Haoyang?"
"But you forgot, you've only met him once."
Shen Liguang thought about it and indeed remembered this person.
When the girl was in her first year of high school, he took her to the amusement park, and they ran into this person on the way, who was always a bit frivolous, ambiguously calling Fu Ying 'little Lolita'.
Shen Liguang paused: "Remember now, stay away from him in the future."
Fu Ying frowned: "Brother, aren't you being a little too overbearing?"
The man ignored her slight protest and kept questioning her: "Why did you give your phone number to a strange man?"
"..." Fu Ying: "He said it was for you, I thought you guys were playing some game."
"Why were you at that kind of place?"
Fu Ying frowned: "My little brother took me there."
"You're not happy."
"You keep questioning me."
"I'm not questioning you." Shen Liguang stared at her, his eyes growing increasingly cold.
His voice was a bit low, carrying a tone of barely noticeable despondency.
