Yang Chen replied with a smile: "Not bad. Young Master Song, are you going back to your seat?"
Song Siming, looking aggrieved, replied: "What for! You've stolen all the spotlight, going back now is useless!"
Yang Chen: "Well, that's not necessarily true! What if your parents find Chairman Zhou and say there was a mistake? There might be another lucky draw later, and they'll choose your seat number again."
Seeing the reasoning, Song Siming quickly returned to his seat.
Yang Chen sat down contentedly. It was worth watching this concert.
Tang Xia: "Brother Yang, was tonight fun?"
Yang Chen: "Haha... it was fun. Thanks for the tickets."
Tang Xia: "Can we be friends now?"
Yang Chen: "Sure! We're friends now."
Tang Xia: "Hehe... okay, since we're friends, you should help when a friend is in need, right?"
