Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time to find out more.
Zhao Xiaoyu pulled on Song Qinghan's arm. "Miss Song, let's go sit over there. You meant well. If others don't appreciate it, then so be it."
Song Qinghan gave Zhao Xiaoyu and the surrounding crowd a helpless, bitter smile. Putting on a heartbroken expression, she allowed Zhao Xiaoyu to pull her away.
Song Yunzhao mentally lit a candle for Zhao Xiaoyu. 'That girl is not only clueless, she's brainless. I have no idea how her family felt comfortable sending her here.'
The crowd gradually dispersed, each returning to their own seat. Only He Lan Yun remained. She looked at Song Yunzhao and sneered, "So what if you saved Qin Xiyue? She was watching from a distance just now and didn't say a single word on your behalf."
Song Yunzhao gave He Lan Yun a puzzled look. "Why would she speak up for me? We've only met a few times. We're not friends."
