After a moment's pause, Yu Yang patted Cheng Yuanli's shoulder and asked, "Have you digested it yet?"

Cheng Yuanli touched his belly and looked up at the sky, "It's almost there, I suppose..."

Yoyang leaned in and grabbed his arm, whispering softly, "Since we've rested well, let's go—on the count of three, let's run together."

"Are you really not paying the bill?" Cheng Yuanli frowned.

"Of course, it's more exciting," Yu Yang said, curling one side of his lip as his fingers rhythmically tapped on the table.

"Being straightforward is great, but..."

"Alright, stop being overdramatic."

"..."

"Three."

Two.

"One!"

A gust of wind blew up from under the table, and Yu Yang quickly got up and pulled Cheng Yuanli to run across the street - Cheng Yuanli felt dizzy, with his stomach rolling continuously. Since he had already digested most of it, he might as well consider it as aerobic exercise.

Aerobic exercise...

Cheng Yuanli turned his head and glanced at Yu Yang with a look of disdain.

Yu Yang caught a glimpse of his strange expression, but didn't pay much attention to it. He reminded him, "Hey... don't look back."

Cheng Yuanli nodded and ran along the street towards the entrance of the subway.

We ran for a long time without seeing anyone chasing us from behind, and no one shouted phrases like "Let's have a free meal, let's beat him!" Cheng Yuanli looked at Yu Yang strangely and the latter responded with an OK gesture.

Finally, the two of them stopped in front of the crowded subway entrance.

"Haha, huff..." Cheng Yuanli panted heavily, "I'm quite lucky, no one pursued me."

"Yeah..." Yu Yang leaned against a nearby pillar.

The reason why no one chased after him was because before he ran away, he threw a few red banknotes on the table. Those sturdy men grilling the skewers have sharp eyes and well-developed limbs. Do they look like easy targets!?

"So naive..."

……

Cheng Yuanli returned very late. When he turned into the entrance of the unit at the intersection, he saw the man who was bothering his mother.

The man looked up and glanced at him, taking a drag of his cigarette, casually blowing smoke rings into the air.

Cheng Yuanli clenched his fist tightly.

Hold on, hold on.

Don't touch...don't cause trouble...

He took a deep breath and turned his head, giving the man a warning glare.

The man looked at him with eyes full of hostility and chuckled.

Why are you staring? Ridiculous.

Cheng Yuanli gave him a cold glance, opened the unit door, and walked into the elevator. The elevator stopped on the tenth floor, and Cheng Yuanli turned the key and entered his home.

He lay on the sofa and first sent a message to his mother, asking her to be cautious of the man downstairs, then he opened a social media app to reply to Old Ganma's message.

Five hours ago, Lao Gan Ma sent him a message asking if he wanted to go to a bar over the weekend because there was a match to be played.

Cheng Yuanli: How much is the reward?

Lao Gan Ma (instant reply): There's no money to be taken, it's all equipment rewards.

Cheng Yuanli: What equipment?

Lao Ganma: Newly released wolf. I heard it's very useful and limited edition.

Cheng Yuanli: Alright, how about Saturday then.

Cheng Yuanli: By the way, there is something I want to tell you. I'd like to hear your opinion on it.

Lao Ganma: Go ahead.

Cheng Yuanli: I want my mom to marry someone else... What do you think?

Lao Gan's mother said, "The idea is good, but difficult to implement."

Cheng Yuanli: My mom is still young, so there shouldn't be a problem for her to marry someone rich.

Old Gan Ma: Alright then...

Lao Ganma: Why do I feel like you're feeling really uncomfortable deep down...?

Cheng Yuanli: It can't be described as feeling terrible, but it's just strange.

Old Gan Ma: I don't know how to advise you.

Lao Gan Ma: You have to figure this kind of thing out on your own.

Cheng Yuanli glanced at the message popping up on the screen, sighed, and set his phone aside. He gazed at the ceiling with a look of confusion.

As for his mother's remarriage, Cheng Yuanli's feelings were inexplicable. He couldn't quite say he was happy, nor could he say he was displeased. If anything, he would describe it as a state of confusion...

Cheng Yuanli has almost no impression of his father. It seems like one day during his childhood, this person suddenly vanished into thin air.

After so many years, he had grown accustomed to a household with only two people. Suddenly having one more person, it was hard for him to imagine what it would be like—perhaps for better, perhaps for worse.

The mobile phone suddenly shook, and a message popped up---

余氧：Are we home?

Cheng Yuanli: Hmm.

Yu Yang: I've arrived too.

......

Note: The paragraph provided is not in Chinese and therefore cannot be translated.

Cheng Yuanli: Yuyang, I have a question for you. If your dad were to disappear for a long time and your mom, under financial pressure, would you agree to her remarrying?

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time.

余氧：Are you saying this about me?

Cheng Yuanli: Hmm.

Yu Yang: ......

Spare Oxygen: Agreed.

Cheng Yuanli: Why?

Yuyang: Coincidentally, my dad also wanted to get married again, so I agreed.

Cheng Yuanli: Remarry?

Yu Yang: Yeah. He and my mom have different values, so after signing the divorce agreement, my mom left.

Cheng Yuanli: It seems our circumstances are truly the same. We can deeply empathize with each other.

Yuyang: Almost there.

Yang Ye: ...

余氧: At this moment, only I can understand your feelings.