"Class President Xue, you're focusing on the wrong thing! Why are you obsessed with whether I might be in trouble? I just saved you! Shouldn't you be thanking me? Then your heart would flutter, and you'd gaze at me with misty eyes, your heart already etched with my handsome and dashing figure, unable to pull yourself away until you finally fall head over heels for me in a spectacular romance, right?"
"Pfft, shameless!"
Upon hearing this, Qingxue's small face immediately shot Xia Liang a glare.
"Who wants to date you?"
"Alright, alright! We won't date!"
Seeing the matter was finally behind them, Xia Liang breathed a sigh of relief and turned his attention to Scarface, who had passed out beside him. Looking at the handgun by the man's side, Xia Liang had no doubt it was a real revolver. But how could Fatty's uncle possibly have a gun? Besides, even though Fatty's family isn't poor, they aren't so well-off that they could offer one-tenth of a Yuan for a missing person notice.
