Song Nanzhi was suffering from a low fever. He saw a conflict between his friends and others from a distance, and stepped forward to break up the fight without stopping.
Unexpectedly, the opponent with red eyes threw a backhand punch.
He was stunned for a moment, his cheeks burning. Before he could recover, the man had left without looking back, without even a single apology.
Song Nanzhi covered the side of his face, stared at the back and cursed in a low voice: "Crap, how can there be such a arrogant person in the world??"
This punch was firmly remembered in his mind.
We met again in a hotel room.
A table of relatives were chatting lively around the round table. His godmother warmly pulled someone over and introduced with a smile: "Xiao Song, this is my son, he is the same age as you..."
Song Nanzhi looked up and got stuck on the spot: "? Is it you... Who?"
The godmother was asked inexplicably: "My son."
Song Nanzhi: "..."
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Jiang Huaiyan (attack) × Song Nanzhi (receiver)
1v1, HE
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