They weren't on greeting terms, so after a glance, Qin Fang didn't turn his head again.

Hua Tong, on the other hand, kept looking over from time to time. Due to Xing Yan, Qin Fang's relationship with Zhou Siming had changed a bit, but not for Hua Tong. To him, this person was still the enemy who hit people right away and had a terrible mouth.

Later, Qin Fang tugged on his arm and said, "Stop looking. Why do you keep turning your head?"

"Just looking," Hua Tong said, "Their table looks really solemn. I'm afraid they might start fighting later."

Qin Fang said to him, "You just love watching the excitement without worrying about the consequences."

"Who loves watching excitement and doesn't worry about consequences?" Hua Tong snickered. "Let them fight. Maybe I'll even join in with a couple kicks."

Qin Fang shook his head and laughed, "Let's not bring up the past."

The atmosphere at their table was indeed not great. When Qin Fang walked by them as he left, there were two other people besides Zhou Siming, all with solemn faces and unfriendly eyes.

Zhou Siming had probably caused some trouble again, but since they could sit down and eat together, it seemed it wasn't anything major, at least not to the point of fighting right away like with him.

Seeing him leave, Zhou Siming gave him a cold, indifferent glance before lowering his gaze.

Qin Fang laughed inwardly. Sometimes he found Zhou Siming quite amusing, always acting like the whole world owed him 8 million yuan.

This aligned with Han Xiaogong's view. Han Xiaogong said Zhou Siming indeed acted like everyone owed him 8 million. But he really wasn't the creditor; he was the one in debt.

"Sometimes I want to lend him a hand," Han Xiaogong said while chatting with Qin Fang and dealing with someone on WeChat. "Seeing him struggle so much. But the result is always the same - getting scolded."

Qin Fang didn't say anything. Si Tu laughed beside them.

Han Xiaogong said, "Don't bother. Bother him and he'll scold you."

Qin Fang also laughed. Si Tu shook his head without saying anything.

"How much does he owe?" Qin Fang asked Si Tu.

"It's a lot for him," Si Tu said softly. "Being in debt is really stressful. He's changed a lot in the past two years, indeed under too much pressure."

"He brought it on himself," Han Xiaogong finished talking to the person, put down his phone, and poured himself a glass of water. "Lunatic."

Si Tu didn't respond to this. Qin Fang didn't ask further.

Xing Yan had gone to the lab to check data and would be back later. Qin Fang was very familiar with Si Tu's place. He often came over. The three of them could chat casually or watch a movie together quite comfortably.

However, Han Xiaogong would be going out for a while to negotiate a partnership. It would be much less fun when he was gone. He said to Qin Fang, "When I'm not here, you should come more often with Yan-ge. Keep an eye on his health so there are no issues."

"No need," Si Tu smiled. "When you're both gone, Siming will come stay. He's just annoyed by you guys, not me."

"You're so harmless," Han Xiaogong chuckled. "Good old man."

The topic came back around to Zhou Siming. Qin Fang casually asked, "Did he use the money he borrowed to treat his grandfather's illness?"

"Pretty much." Han Xiaogong took a sip of water, then laughed mockingly. "His parents' compensation was all taken by his grandfather to give to another son. In the end, when the old man got sick, the son didn't pay. Zhou, the lunatic, who knows what crossed his mind, borrowed money to treat his illness, relying on that bit of blood relation. Isn't it touching?"

Qin Fang was a bit surprised after hearing this. It didn't match his impression of Zhou Siming, seeming unlike something he would do.

"What blood relation does an orphan have? What was he thinking..." Han Xiaogong "tsk-ed" again, sitting on the sofa armrest, swinging one foot back and forth.

"When he was nearly beaten to death, no relatives came to claim him. Only when he was about to die did he remember he had this grandson."

Han Xiaogong mocked relentlessly. Si Tu didn't refute him. Qin Fang had even less to say, as he knew nothing about all this. But it indeed shattered his understanding of Zhou Siming. After a while, Qin Fang finally spoke, "It's quite unexpected to me..."

"Who isn't surprised," Han Xiaogong's foot lightly tapped the sofa, his eyes full of disdain. "To this day, I still think he's gone mad."

Whether he was mad or not, Qin Fang didn't know. He never really judged other people's choices, after all, it was their life. Perhaps Han Xiaogong indeed had more standing to comment on this matter, as they grew up together, coexisting in the same environment.

But Qin Fang actually felt he could understand a little, even though he hadn't lived in Zhou Siming's shoes.

Perhaps he just wanted to grasp at the last bit of connection to this world. In the end, he still had expectations.

Since unexpectedly coming out last time he went back to the Jian family home, Qin Fang hadn't gone back again. He really had no desire to return. Jian Muyang also knew he probably had conflicts with his dad, so he didn't urge him to come home during this time.

But he still couldn't neglect his little brother. If too much time passed, the kid would feel forgotten. Qin Fang asked Jian Muyang on WeChat if he needed tutoring this weekend. If not, he could take him out to play. Jian Muyang immediately agreed, very excited.

After messaging him, Qin Fang conveniently invited Xing Yan, asking if he wanted to go.

Xing Yan said okay.

In the past, he always asked Hua Tong for these things. Hua Tong actually quite loved playing, no matter what. In this regard, he was like a child who never grew up. He himself said he would always be a kid.

But Xing Yan was so different from him. He definitely wouldn't like things kids played with. Qin Fang was about the same. So the two of them just watched Jian Muyang play, held his drink for him, and lined up his next activity after he finished one.

Qin Fang asked Xing Yan, "Yan-ge, do you want to play anything? I'll go line up for you."

Xing Yan said, "I'll line up for you."

Qin Fang laughed and said, "When I was little, I especially loved playing these things. Never got enough."

"I never liked them since I was young," Xing Yan put his hands in his pockets, slowly queuing. "Sitting on top, spinning a couple times, then getting off. Felt boring."

"Yeah," Qin Fang nodded with a smile. "You only like riding motorcycles."

It was cold now. The two of them wore similar cotton jackets, both with jeans and sneakers. Seen from behind, it was really a bit hard to tell who was who.

When Jian Muyang ran past them from behind, he bumped into Xing Yan, looking up at him with a grin. Only when they turned around did Jian Muyang realize he had bumped into the wrong person. He called out "Yan-ge" a bit embarrassedly.

"Even my brother can mistake us," Qin Fang flicked his head. "If you can't recognize other things, can't you at least recognize the hairstyle?"

"Didn't look that closely," Jian Muyang chuckled a couple times. "I remembered the color of the clothes wrong."

An amusement park is a place that produces happiness. Whether you play or not, you feel relaxed emotionally as soon as you arrive. Little kids bounce around excitedly, and young couples are all sweet with each other.

Qin Fang's hands were full and couldn't be freed. Jian Muyang was so happy that he walked a bit recklessly, so Xing Yan used one hand to protect him, afraid he would bump into people.

There were a few girls in front taking photos with a selfie stick, taking them over and over again for a long time.

Jian Muyang looked up and asked, "Brothers, should we take photos too?"

"Do you want to?" Qin Fang asked him. "If you want to, let's do it."

"I want to, so I can post on my Moments. Show off my brothers a bit," Jian Muyang said with a smile, tugging at his hair.

"Kids these days are so hard to deal with," Qin Fang said to Xing Yan. "So young and already wanting to post on Moments."

As they were talking, the girls in front finished taking photos, put away their selfie stick and walked off, laughing and joking. Xing Yan put an arm around Jian Muyang's shoulders, occasionally pulling him towards the inside.

Qin Fang called out to Xing Yan, who turned his head to look at him.

As the girl beside them was talking, she raised her arm and accidentally hit Jian Muyang in the eye with the selfie stick she was holding. Xing Yan felt him suddenly flinch as he was walking.

"What's wrong?" Qin Fang asked, lowering his head.

"I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry," the girl handed the selfie stick to her companion and stopped to apologize to them. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

Jian Muyang covered his eye with one hand, probably in a lot of pain, and kept his hand there.

Qin Fang's heart sank. Xing Yan bent down to Jian Muyang's eye level and gently took his hand away, saying, "Let me see."

Jian Muyang hissed in pain, his eyes closed, not daring to open them. Xing Yan held his face and asked, "Are you okay? Try opening your eyes."

The girl beside them was apologizing in a fluster, but no one was listening. Qin Fang had a solemn expression and only looked down.

The skin on Jian Muyang's eyelid was broken, and the edges were already turning a light shade of blue, which would probably get worse later.

He opened his eyes, trembling, then closed them again, tears streaming down. Xing Yan wiped away his tears and asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"

"No," Jian Muyang had recovered a bit and opened his eyes again, saying, "It just stings a little."

When the selfie stick hit him, his eyes had closed quickly as a reflex to protect themselves, but the force of that small movement was still quite strong. The eyes are a fragile part of the body to begin with.

"How is it, Yangyang?" Qin Fang also bent down to look at him, frowning with concern.

"I think it's okay now," Jian Muyang opened and closed his eyes a few times to check. "It should be fine."

"I'm really, really sorry," the girl beside them was on the verge of tears, looking genuinely remorseful. "Is your little brother okay? You should go to the hospital and get it checked out."

Jian Muyang's eyes were very red. Qin Fang had no patience to deal with her apologies and couldn't bring himself to say "it's okay".

He stood up straight, glanced at her and said, "Sorry is the most useless thing to say, it's annoying to hear."

The girl's voice was choked with sobs as she nodded and said, "I'm still sorry."

Qin Fang didn't want to say more to her. If something really happened to Jian Muyang, no matter how many times she said sorry, it would be useless.

Xing Yan said, "Leave your contact information."

The girl immediately took out her phone and handed it over. Xing Yan dialed the number into his own phone, then returned her phone and turned to leave with Qin Fang and the others.

Although Jian Muyang said he was fine, his eyes were so red that it was still worrying to see. They couldn't play anymore and had to take him to the hospital to get his eyes checked.

Jian Muyang was quite disappointed and said, "We still had a whole afternoon. I'll be more careful when I walk from now on."

"It's not your fault," Qin Fang said, frowning slightly, looking unhappy.

This spot was indeed very dangerous. If the force of the impact had been a little stronger or hit directly on the eyeball, just thinking about it made one hold their breath and feel a chill down their spine.

At the hospital, while waiting for their number to be called after registering, Jian Muyang's eyes seemed less red. Xing Yan looked at his eyes carefully and asked, "Is it better?"

"Much better," Jian Muyang said with a slight smile. "Don't worry, brothers."

Jian Muyang turned and sat back down. Qin Fang's expression was still unpleasant. Xing Yan raised his hand and put it around his shoulders, squeezing them a couple of times, and said softly, "It's okay now, don't worry."