Chapter 727: 727 Hand Tearing Ye Fei_1
Song Xiuxia wore beige leather shoes, khaki pants, and paired them with a casual white shirt. His hair, neatly trimmed and slightly curled, was chestnut-colored, just like his sister’s.
Although his features were also delicate and three-dimensional, he did not have the obvious mixed-race face like his sister Song Yanxi.
Song Xiuxia’s face was more oriental, probably because he had inherited more genes from their father, while his sister’s mixed-race face obviously had more of their mother’s genes.
His hair, held in place with hair gel, was clean and bright, without any stray hairs on the forehead, giving him a non-ostentatious sunny look.
He had a cool and unforced walk that still managed to attract a large fan base.
Normally, such a handsome spin would mesmerize a crowd of girls who had already lost their souls. However-
Ye Fei ruined that feeling!
While Eleven was still observing Song Xiuxia, Ye Fei had already patted him on the forehead!
Everyone was astonished.
As for the sudden slap, Song Xiuxia was also dazed, his eyes widened slightly at Ye Fei.
Ye Fei, completely oblivious to the chill in the environment, blurted out, "I said you little brat! How long do you plan not to answer my calls? Do I look like a ghost, that you avoid me day and night!"
"Compared to this...", Eleven took a glance around, hurriedly pulled her side, and whispered, "Mind your manners Fei’er sister! Don’t you think Song Xiuxia’s fan club wants to tear you apart tonight?"
Peering around, Ye Fei did notice a restive crowd.
At this point, Song Xiuxia seemed to have no intention of competing with a woman, he shot them a glance, shrugged off the slap, and continued walking.
"Hey Song Xiuxia, wait for me!" Ye Fei ran after him, chattering non-stop, "You said you were too busy due to graduation preparations to hang out with me, now you’ve finally graduated! So, do you have time now?"
"No."
"What about tonight! How about I treat you to dinner tonight?"
"I’m on a diet recently."
"Then let’s just talk about when we can PK! Is that okay?"
"No."
"Why?"
Eleven was following behind, feeling a bit exhausted.
Sister, it’s clear that Song Xiuxia has no interest in PKing with you!
Song Xiuxia was also among those who sat in the front row. The first row was occupied by school leaders and elders from the Ye and Song families, while their younger generation was arranged in the second row.
Song Xiuxia found his seat and sat down.
Just as Ye Fei was about to sit down next to him, a girl Eleven didn’t recognize came over and said in a neither light nor heavy tone: "Ye Fei, this is my seat."
Ye Fei glanced at her, too busy chatting with Song Xiuxia to bother, leaned over the table and reached for the name tag a few seats away from Song Xiuxia.
Song Xiuxia furrowed his brows and instinctively leaned back on the chair, creating some distance between himself and Ye Fei.
Her body kept brushing past him.
Ye Fei placed the name tag in front of her and said, "Let’s switch seats. I’ll give it back to you once we’re done talking!"
"So why is it?" She persisted.
"I’m very busy."
"After graduation?"
"Unlike you, I don’t have three brothers," Song Xiuxia said, crossing his arms, "With Song Yanxi no longer managing affairs, I can’t shirk my responsibilities."
"..."
His explanation sounded quite sufficient!
Realizing the conversation wasn’t going anywhere, Ye Fei sighed, about to get up to return the seat to the woman, when Song Xiuxia suddenly grabbed her wrist.
