Movie: Get Alpha Dog at the start

Chapter 1483 Hero saves beauty
On the morning of New Year's Eve, before dawn, the sounds of children's excited screams, adults' scolding, and the chopping of fillings coming from the kitchens of each household in Jiudaowan Hutong intertwined to create a lively scene of New Year's customs.

Qin Hao was awakened by the sound of firecrackers. He groggily opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table—it was only 6:30 in the morning. The sky outside the window was still overcast, but the noise from the alleyway was already unmistakable.

He turned over, wanting to sleep a little longer, but then he heard voices coming from the courtyard outside. The voices grew louder and louder, as if quite a few people had arrived.

"Xiao Hao isn't up yet? What time is it? Young people are just too lazy to sleep in."

“Aunt Li, Xiao Hao works hard doing business in the south. He finally came back for the New Year. Let him sleep a little longer.”

"Auntie, how much money does Xiao Hao earn in a year now..."

Qin Hao frowned and sat up. Some of the neighbors came to join in the fun, while others came to inquire about news or even borrow money. It was the same last year; judging by the current situation, there would only be more people this year.

He got dressed, washed up, and opened the door. Sure enough, there were already quite a few people standing in the courtyard, all old neighbors. Li Yuxiang was greeting them, and there were melon seeds, peanuts, and tea on the table.

"Oh, Xiao Hao's awake!" Aunt Wang from the front yard, with her sharp eyes, was the first to spot Qin Hao. She exclaimed loudly, "Come, come, let me see—he's really different after going to the South, his complexion is so much better!"

"Happy New Year, Aunt Wang," Qin Hao greeted her with a smile, but in his mind he was already planning how to get away.

"Xiao Hao, I heard you're doing business in the south? You must be making a good living, right?" Another middle-aged man chimed in; it was Uncle Liu from the next courtyard. "My son graduated high school this year, but he didn't get into university. Do you think you could take him to the south to broaden his horizons? Salary doesn't matter, just room and board are fine..."

"Uncle Liu, recruitment isn't my responsibility. You should ask Ya Jing about it later," Qin Hao said dismissively.

"Xiaohao, look at your aunt's house, it's been leaking since last year and hasn't been fixed. Could you..."

"Xiao Hao, my second son wants to buy a bicycle, but he's still 80 yuan short..."

"Xiao Hao..."

A group of people swarmed around, chattering amongst themselves. Some wanted to borrow money, some wanted to find jobs for their children, and some were simply there to find out how much money Qin Hao had earned. Li Yuxiang stood there awkwardly, unsure whether to stop them or not, and could only smile sheepishly.

Qin Hao felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of this situation. He knew these neighbors were struggling financially, and the amounts they borrowed weren't large—tens or hundreds of yuan—which wouldn't be a big deal to him even if they didn't repay them all. But the problem was, he couldn't open that door—if he borrowed from Aunt Wang today, Uncle Li would come tomorrow, and Aunt Zhang the day after. Then everyone in the alley would be asking for a loan. Who would he lend to and who would he refuse? He'd offend everyone.

This isn't about money; it's about human nature.

"Dear uncles and aunts," Qin Hao raised his voice, "I have to go out and take care of some things. We can talk again when I get back."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.

"Hey, Xiao Hao, don't go..."

"This child, why does he want to go out so soon after getting up..."

A chorus of voices pleading for him to stay came from behind, but Qin Hao didn't turn around and strode out of the courtyard.

As he entered the alley, a blast of cold air hit him. He took a deep breath and felt completely relaxed.

As soon as I reached the alley entrance, I saw a figure sneaking out furtively.

"Hey, isn't this President Yang? You're up early, aren't you? Where are you going?" Qin Hao deliberately raised his voice.

The man was startled and turned around abruptly. When he saw it was Qin Hao, he visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "Damn, Qin, why do you walk so quietly? You scared me!"

Qin Hao walked over and looked him up and down: "You've been doing too many bad things, you're becoming paranoid. Confess honestly, what bad things have you done behind my back?"

Yang Shumo rolled his eyes: "Who did something bad? I just came out of the house."

"Didn't you go to your third sister's place to hide?" Qin Hao asked, puzzled. "Why did you come home again?"

Yang Shumo shook his head with a wry smile, took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed one to Qin Hao, lit one for himself, and took a deep drag: "It's almost Chinese New Year. My parents went to my third sister's shop yesterday and dragged me back home. They said it's not right for a grown man like me not to come home for the New Year. Then today they gave me a task—to buy New Year's goods for the family, chicken, duck, fish, meat, cigarettes, alcohol, candy, and tea, all of which I have to pay for."

As he spoke, he pulled a crumpled piece of paper from another pocket and unfolded it to show Qin Hao.

Qin Hao took the list and glanced at it—good heavens, it listed twenty or thirty items, from whole chickens and ducks to Moutai liquor and Zhonghua cigarettes, all of them expensive. This wasn't buying New Year's goods; it was taking advantage of the holiday to fleece his son.

"Your parents are treating you like a pig for the New Year." Qin Hao shoved the list back into Yang Shumo's hand: "They'll raise you for a year and slaughter you for the New Year. You might as well not come back for the New Year anymore, out of sight, out of mind."

Yang Shumo looked helpless and took a deep drag on his cigarette: "I'm not coming back? If I don't come back for the New Year, who knows what kind of trouble they'll cause."

Qin Hao shook his head as he listened. He knew what kind of people Yang Shumao's parents were. Before, when Yang Shumao worked at the pickle factory and only earned a little over twenty yuan a month, he had no status at home. Now that Yang Shumao was earning money, he was demanding even more.

"If you ask me, you should just buy a house in Shenzhen and settle down there," Qin Hao suggested. "It'll save you from this humiliation at home. In Shenzhen, you're at least 'General Manager Yang,' managing projects worth tens of millions, and everyone treats you with respect and deference. But coming home, you've become a fat sheep to be slaughtered."

Upon hearing this, Yang Shumo's eyes lit up: "That makes sense! If I can't afford to offend them, can't I at least avoid them? Once I've saved enough money, I'll buy a house in Shenzhen and won't come back for the New Year!"

"Don't wait to save up money." Qin Hao waved his hand. "If you don't like it, I'll lend it to you first. In Shenzhen, you're the project manager of 'Jinxiu Garden,' representing the company's image. It's embarrassing for me to suffer this humiliation at home."

"That's great!" Yang Shumo exclaimed with delight. "I'll pay you back as soon as I've saved enough!"

"Alright, we're family." Qin Hao waved his hand. "Let's go, don't stand here, it's getting cold."

He was about to walk out of the alley when Yang Shumo called out to him, "Hey, wait a minute. It's freezing cold outside. Why aren't you staying home? Are you hiding out here?"

Qin Hao sighed, "That's right. You didn't see it, but more than a dozen old neighbors came to my courtyard early this morning. Some just came to visit, but most of them came indirectly to borrow money. Goodness, it's like my money grew out of thin air, and everyone wants a piece of the pie."

Upon hearing this, Yang Shumo shook his head: "Hey, don't talk about you, my family is the same. These days everyone is poor, earning only a few dozen yuan a month, barely enough to eat, wear, and use. When someone is a little better off, everyone's eyeing them. Yesterday my parents were telling me that this uncle's family is struggling, and that aunt's child is getting married, and they wanted me, as the boss, to 'show my support'."

Qin Hao nodded. He understood the difficulties these neighbors faced. In Beijing in 1985, the average worker's monthly salary was only seventy or eighty yuan, barely enough to support a family. But he couldn't just help in an emergency; he couldn't leave them to fend for themselves. If they lent money to one person today, another would come tomorrow. In the end, they wouldn't get their money back and would only end up with a lot of complaints.

"How about," Yang Shumo suggested, "we invite Xie Laozhuan and go ice skating at Shichahai?"

Qin Hao thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay. Let's go and call Lao Zhuan."

……

The two arrived at Xie Laozhuan's house. Xie Laozhuan's house was at the other end of the alley, also a courtyard house, but much smaller than Qin Hao's. Three families lived in the courtyard, and Xie Laozhuan's family occupied two rooms.

Yang Shuma went in and called Xie Laozhuan out. Xie Laozhuan was wearing a leather jacket and his hair was slicked back; he had clearly dressed up carefully.

"Oh, gentlemen, what brings you here today?" Old Xie chuckled and teased.

"Stop being so cheeky." Qin Hao patted him on the shoulder. "Let's go ice skating at Shichahai."

"Alright!" Old Xie replied, and was about to leave when his father's voice came from inside the house: "Xiao Zhuan, is Qin Hao here?"

"Yes, Dad, Lao Qin and Sha Mao are here."

The curtain was lifted, and Xie's father came out. He was a middle-aged man in his fifties, short and thin, with deep wrinkles on his face, wearing a faded blue work uniform. Upon seeing Qin Hao, his face immediately lit up with a smile:
"Little Qin's here! Come in and have a seat! It's cold outside, have some hot tea before you go!"

"Uncle, no need, we'll leave now..." Qin Hao tried to decline.

"How can that be! It's the New Year, how can we not go inside?" Without waiting for a reply, Xie's father pulled Qin Hao into the house.

Qin Hao had no choice but to follow them inside.

Father Xie poured a cup of tea, held it out with both hands, and handed it to Qin Hao, his tone sincere:
"Qin Hao, I really have to thank you. My son, Xiao Zhuan, would probably still be struggling somewhere if it weren't for you. Now he's doing so well, earning more in a month than I do in a year. Before the New Year, he even gave his family 20,000 yuan to renovate the house and open a small restaurant for his brother... All of this is thanks to you!"

As he spoke, his eyes welled up with tears: "Uncle isn't capable enough to help Xiao Zhuan with anything. I'll remember your kindness in my heart. If you ever need my help in the future, just let me know!"

Qin Hao quickly said, "Uncle, you're too kind. Lao Zhuan is my brother, it's only right that we help each other out."

Mr. Xie nodded emphatically: "Xiao Zhuan is sometimes unreliable, so please be patient with him. Say what you need to say and scold him if you need to!"

Old Xie stood to the side, looking somewhat embarrassed.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Qin Hao finally managed to leave. Xie's father escorted him all the way to the courtyard gate, expressing his deepest gratitude.

After walking out of the alley, Old Xie finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The three of them took a taxi and arrived at Shichahai Park.

In winter, Shichahai Lake is completely frozen over, becoming a huge natural skating rink. Many citizens, young and old, are already skating there, but the majority are teenagers and young adults in their twenties, forming groups and laughing and playing. The ice is bustling with activity, seemingly oblivious to the sub-zero temperatures.

"Oh, so you've already started?" Old Xie pointed to a corner of the lake.

Qin Hao and Yang Shumo looked in the direction he pointed. Sure enough, two groups of young people were facing off on the ice, apparently because of a fight over "picking up girls"—a common occurrence in Beijing in the 1980s. Young boys often fought over girls to impress them.

"Tsk tsk, with skills like that, you dare to try to fight?" Yang Shumo shook his head: "You can't even stand steadily, you're obviously a novice."

"Hey, that kid really doesn't know his own strength." Old Xie squinted at him. "Who goes straight for someone's head? Aren't they afraid of killing someone?"

The three of them didn't think much of it and went to rent ice skates on their own. The rental place was a makeshift shed filled with ice skates of various sizes. The owner was a man in his fifties, wearing a military overcoat, and holding a notebook to register customers.

"Triple-size, large size," Qin Hao said.

"The deposit is five yuan per person, and the shoe rental is one yuan per day." The boss didn't even look up.

Qin Hao paid and received three pairs of ice skates. The three of them found a quiet spot, sat on a bench, and began changing their skates.

When they changed their shoes and looked at the lake again, the two groups that had been fighting were gone, presumably having moved to another place to continue their fight.

"Let's go, stretch our legs." Qin Hao stood up and tried to walk a few steps on the ice. His skating skills were average, but passable.

As soon as Mr. Xie entered the ice rink, his eyes began to dart around, searching for groups of girls. Soon, he locked onto a target—a few girls in brightly colored down jackets, skating hand in hand on the ice, their laughter ringing out.

"You guys have fun first, I'm going to take a look around over there." Old Xie said this and scurried off.

Qin Hao and Yang Shumo exchanged a glance and both smiled.

“If this kid gets beaten up later, we’ll just say he deserves it,” Qin Hao said. “Let’s not lift a finger and teach him a lesson.”

“Agreed.” Yang Shumo nodded: “But I think those girls seem to have companions, so Lao Zhuan might not be able to succeed.”

As the two were talking, Yang Shumo suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the center of the lake.

"What's wrong?" Qin Hao asked.

Yang Shumo didn't answer, but instead pushed off the ice and slid quickly toward the center of the lake.

Seeing this, Qin Hao followed.

In the middle of the lake, several girls had been surrounded by a group of young men. There were about ten of them, led by a tall, long-faced man in his twenties who wore a leather jacket and had his hair slicked back.

There were four or five girls surrounded, one of whom Qin Hao recognized—it was Ye Fei. She was wearing a red down jacket and a white scarf, her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her face was a little pale; she was clearly frightened by the group of people in front of her.

Yang Shumo rushed over, knocked aside a young man who was blocking Ye Fei's way, and then stood in front of her.

"Sister Fei, are you alright?"

When Ye Fei saw Yang Shumao, her eyes lit up, and she visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "Little Mao? What are you doing here? I'm fine, it's just them..."

She pointed to the group of people surrounding them, her tone filled with anger and grievance.

The other three girls also seemed to have seen a savior and hid behind Yang Shumao.

The long-faced man was displeased to see Yang Shumao and Ye Fei chatting as if no one else was around. He stepped forward and sized Yang Shumao up and down:
"No, kid, don't you know the rules? Don't you know about first come, first served? These girls were first spotted by me."

Before Yang Shumo could speak, Ye Fei couldn't hold back any longer: "He Xueyang, stop talking nonsense! Who said you were interested in us first? We were skating here just fine, and you had to come over and chat us up. When we ignored you, you surrounded us with your men! You're being a scoundrel!"

He Xueyang was embarrassed when Ye Fei exposed him in public, but he quickly regained his roguish demeanor: "Ye Fei, you know what I mean to you. Let's talk about this privately. Now..."

He looked at Yang Shumao: "This is a matter between men. Kid, you just hit my brother, how do you plan to settle this?"

Ye Fei, worried that Yang Shumao would get the short end of the stick, tugged at his sleeve: "Brother Mao, don't mind him, let's go. That's just how he is, a complete scoundrel."

Yang Shumo had originally planned to leave—the other side outnumbered him, and if a fight broke out, he wouldn't have the upper hand and might even hurt Ye Fei and the others. But He Xueyang's next words made him change his mind.

"Oh, you're calling him 'little brother' now?" He Xueyang said sarcastically, "Is this your real little brother, or your lover's little brother? Ye Fei, I didn't expect you to have this kind of taste, liking young ones?"

These words were harsh, and Ye Fei's face turned red with anger: "He Xueyang, stop being so shameless! Even if I, Ye Fei, never get married in this life, I will never marry someone like you. Forget about it!"

“Exactly!” Ye Fei’s best friend Hongyan also stood up and pointed at He Xueyang: “If you keep bothering us, we’ll report you to the factory office!”

Enraged by being publicly confronted by the two girls, He Xueyang gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, fine. Ye Fei, you've got guts. This has nothing to do with you anymore."

He turned to Yang Shumao, his eyes fierce: "This is a matter between men. Kid, weren't you being pretty tough just now? If you're a man, don't hide behind a woman. Come out here, let's fight one-on-one!"

These words were exactly what Yang Shumo wanted to hear. He was worried that a melee might break out and hurt Ye Fei and the others. He was confident in a one-on-one fight.

"Alright." Yang Shumo took off his down jacket and tossed it to Ye Fei. "Come on, one-on-one. Whoever chickens out is a son of a bitch!"

He Xueyang grinned maliciously: "You'd better still be this tough when you're missing an arm or a leg later."

The two glided towards the lakeside, one after the other, preparing to go ashore.

Ye Fei grew anxious and looked at Qin Hao: "Qin Hao, why aren't you helping? He Xueyang is on the wrestling team, he's trained! Sha Mao might not be able to beat him!"

Qin Hao, however, was not worried at all. Instead, he laughed and said, "Don't worry, I think that kid's lower body is unsteady and his steps are unsteady. He's just a show-off and can't beat Sha Mao in a fall."

"Really?" Ye Fei was skeptical.

"Just watch," Qin Hao said.

Yang Shumo finally had a chance to shine in front of Ye Fei, and Qin Hao had no intention of stealing his thunder. Besides, he knew Yang Shumo—the kid looked simple-minded, but he never lost a fight, especially wrestling; he had been training since he was a child and had a solid foundation.

……

On the lakeside, Yang Shumao and He Xueyang had already taken off their ice skates and were standing on the snow. A crowd of onlookers had gathered around them—including the group of young people who had come with He Xueyang, as well as other tourists on the ice rink.

He Xueyang flexed his wrists and assumed a wrestling stance. He had clearly trained; his movements were precise, and he was obviously a professionally trained wrestler.

Yang Shumo also lowered his waist, spread his arms, and stared at He Xueyang.

The two began to test each other. He Xueyang made the first move, lunging forward to grab Yang Shumao's shoulder. Yang Shumao dodged to the side and reached for He Xueyang's belt. He Xueyang reacted quickly, taking a step back and avoiding the attack.

After several rounds, neither of them gained the upper hand.

"Not bad, kid," He Xueyang said, panting, "You've trained before?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Yang Shumo didn't waste any more words with him and took the initiative to attack.

He first made a feint, pretending to grab He Xueyang's left shoulder. He Xueyang fell for it and reached out to block. Just then, Yang Shumo suddenly changed his tactics, bending down to dodge He Xueyang's tearing motion, and with lightning speed, his hands reached out and grabbed He Xueyang's belt.

The attack was swift and precise; before He Xueyang could react, he felt a sudden lightness in his body.

Yang Shumo exerted his strength, shouted, and lifted He Xueyang up in his arms! Then he bent back—

A classic takedown!

"Boom!"

He Xueyang felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a dizzying spin. The next second, his back slammed heavily onto the snow, the impact so severe that his internal organs seemed to shift, and he saw stars before his eyes.

There were exclamations all around.

"I rely on!"

"This kid's got some martial arts skills!"

"That was a solid fall!"

Yang Shumo had already gotten up from the ground, patted the snow off his bottom, and without even glancing at He Xueyang, turned to leave.

In his view, the outcome was already decided, and there was no need to dwell on it any longer.

But He Xueyang didn't see it that way. He had been humiliated by Yang Shumao's tackle in front of so many people, especially Ye Fei. He couldn't swallow this insult.

He got up from the ground, his eyes bloodshot, and roared at his henchmen:

"What are you all standing there for? Get him! Kill him!"

The dozen or so young men were stunned for a moment, then reacted and charged toward Yang Shumao with shouts.

Yang Shumo's expression changed. He wasn't afraid of one-on-one combat, but even if he was skilled in fighting, he couldn't withstand ten opponents.

at this time.

"Let's see who dares to step in," Qin Hao said coldly.

The young man at the front didn't stop, throwing a punch at Qin Hao's face. Qin Hao didn't dodge or evade; he waited until the punch was right in front of him before suddenly turning to the side and simultaneously kicking out—

"boom!"

The young man screamed and flew backward, crashing onto the snow and rolling around, clutching his stomach.

That kick was so powerful that it stunned everyone behind it.

Qin Hao glanced coldly at the rest of them: "Those who aren't afraid of death, come on then."

Old Xie realized something was wrong at this point. Without even taking off his skates, he jumped off the ice and ran to Qin Hao's side, getting into position.

"Come on, my grandchildren! Grandpa will play with you!"

Although he wasn't as good at fighting as Qin Hao and Yang Shumo, he had a lot of fighting spirit and looked like a daredevil.

He Xueyang looked at Qin Hao and Xie Lao, then at his cowardly subordinates—they had been so aggressive just moments before, but now they were all cowering, and no one dared to step forward.

He knew he couldn't get his pride back today.

"Fine, fine." He Xueyang pointed at Yang Shumao, gritting his teeth: "Kid, you're lucky today. Don't let me see you again!"

Yang Shuma didn't care about that: "If you dare to bother Sister Fei again, I'll beat you every time I see you!"

"Fine, we'll see!" He Xueyang said harshly, then led his gang of henchmen away in a sorry state.

Once they were out of sight, Ye Fei breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ran to Yang Shumao's side: "Little Mao, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"Hey, what could possibly happen to me?" Yang Shumo said nonchalantly, "Someone like him, I could take down three of them without a problem."

Ye Fei's best friend Hongyan and several other girls also gathered around, their eyes shining as they looked at Yang Shumao.
"Wow, Mao, you're amazing! I didn't know you could fight like that!"

"That fall was so cool!"

"I know you're amazing, little Mao!"

Ye Fei glared angrily at her girlfriends, her cheeks flushed. Seeing her like this, the girls knew something was definitely going on between the two, so they turned their attention to Qin Hao and Old Xie.

"Brother Mao, would you like to introduce these two to us?" Hongyan asked with a grin.

Despite Yang Shuma's fierce wrestling, he was flustered and blushed when teased by the girls.

Ye Fei came to the rescue: "This is Qin Hao, and this is Xie Zhiqiang—we all call him Xie Laozhuan. But you two, don't even think about it, they're already taken."

"Oh, I see." The girls were clearly a little disappointed, but they still looked at Qin Hao and Xie Laozhuan with curiosity.

Qin Hao possessed a calm and composed demeanor; although dressed simply, he exuded an indescribable aura. Xie Laozhuan, while somewhat slick, was good-looking and stylishly dressed.

"Alright, alright, stop looking." Ye Fei interrupted her girlfriends' infatuation: "Let's continue skating."

The group returned to the ice. After Yang Shumo's performance, the girls looked at him with new respect, surrounding him and asking him all sorts of questions. Although Ye Fei didn't say anything, the way she looked at Yang Shumo was clearly different.

Qin Hao and Xie Lao exchanged a smile and tactfully slipped aside to give the two of them some space.

"Old Qin, look at that kid Sha Mao. He's usually quiet and reserved, but he's quite capable when it matters," Xie Lao said.

"That's right." Qin Hao nodded: "The hero rescuing the damsel in distress has always been the most effective tactic."

The two chatted as they skated, and they were happy for Yang Shumao as he mingled with the girls.

They played until after 4 p.m., when it started to get dark and fewer people remained on the ice rink. Only then did they discuss going home.

"Old Qin, you guys go back first." Yang Shumo said to Qin Hao, "Sister Fei lives far away, I'll see her off."

Qin Hao and Xie Lao exchanged a glance, both revealing meaningful smiles.

"Fine, so you're prioritizing romance over friendship, huh?" Old Xie teased, "Now that you have Sister Fei, you don't care about your brothers anymore?"

"Go to hell!" Yang Shumo laughed and cursed.

Qin Hao gave him a thumbs up: "Keep it up!"

Yang Shumao blushed and didn't reply.

Ye Fei stood to the side, feeling a little embarrassed, but still said, "Then we'll be going now. Qin Hao, Xie Laozhuan, thank you for today."

"Don't mention it." Qin Hao waved his hand. "Be careful on the road."

Watching Yang Shumao and Ye Fei walk away side by side, Qin Hao and Xie Lao exchanged a smile.

"Let's go back too," Qin Hao said. "We still have New Year's Eve dinner tonight."

The two glided back to the shore, changed their shoes, and walked out of Shichahai Park.

On New Year's Eve in Beijing, the streets were nearly deserted as everyone had gone home to prepare their reunion dinner. Occasionally, firecrackers would go off, and the air was filled with a mixture of gunpowder smoke and the aroma of food.

……

Time flies, and it's already the eighth day of the Lunar New Year.

Inside the airport terminal, Zhao Yajing and Jia Xiaoying stared in shock at Ye Fei, who had kissed Yang Shumao on the cheek and then run away.

How did they get together?

Qin Hao and Xie Lao exchanged a knowing smile; these two were indeed up to something.

"This isn't right, is it? I remember Ye Fei is older than Yang Shumao, isn't she?" Jia Xiaoying's expression was a little strange.

Zhao Yajing, holding Qin Hao's arm, said with some displeasure, "A woman three years older is like a golden brick; what's wrong with being a little older?"

Jia Xiaoying then realized that she had said the wrong thing; Zhao Yajing was also older than Qin Hao, although only by a month.

"Alright, stop showing off and hurry up and board the plane. Your mission this year is not easy." Qin Hao patted Yang Shumao, who was still foolishly covering one side of his face in a daze.

"Oh." Yang Shumo then smiled sheepishly and waved goodbye to Ye Fei.