Tang Yanyan quickly squatted down and picked up the lighter, handing it to Song Ling in a pleasing manner.

"Young Master Song, here's your lighter."

Song Ling didn't even look up, he just raised his arm and waved her hand away. With too much force, the back of his hand hit Tang Yanyan's face hard.

"What right do you have to hit someone?"

Tang Yanyan was dazed after being hit. She first froze, then quickly reddened her eyes, pitifully questioning.

I sighed in my heart, "He didn't mean it."

Song Ling refused to speak, so I had to explain. After all, she did just return his lighter.

"Sister Siyi, don't speak, I want him to apologize to me in person."

This time it was my turn to be confused.

What's wrong with Tang Yanyan? Can't she see that Song Ling is in a bad mood?

But not only did she not see it, she stepped forward and smiled at Song Ling, saying, "I know you didn't mean it. I forgive you this time. How about this, you owe me one now."

She reached out to shake hands with Song Ling, "Since we're friends, let's shake hands and make peace."

"Well..." I was about to speak but she interrupted me.

"Big Brother Song Ling, you need to take care of the burn on your hand. Let me take you to the medical room."

She looked like she was love-struck, mistaking my good intentions as nonsense.

"Can't you understand people?"

I was furious and pushed her away.