Lin Fan realized that it was a pity he didn't pursue acting.
Chen Zhiyu's arrival didn't change anything. Yang Gang, being someone who could let things go, was deeply apologetic about yesterday's events. In the end, it all boiled down to a misunderstanding—a complete misunderstanding.
After a long while.
Outside the courtyard.
"No need to see me off, Junior Brother. This matter—I'll remember it well," Yang Gang said gratefully, feeling on the verge of tears, thanks to Lin Fan.
Such a great Junior Brother.
The misunderstanding was almost blown out of proportion.
"Senior Brother, just come tomorrow. At this rate, you'll be fully recovered in no time," Lin Fan said.
Yang Gang looked at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with heartfelt emotion and gratitude, holding onto Lin Fan's hand. "Good Junior Brother."
Lin Fan wanted to pull his hand back, internally screaming, could you not do this? It feels like you're fixated on some part of my body.
Finally, Yang Gang left full of gratitude.
