Qin Lang handed Yang Fei a glass of red wine, smiling, "Feifei, you seem preoccupied."
Collecting her emotions, Yang Fei responded with a faint smile, "I'm worried about Tong Xin."
"Isn't the man who walked you home your friend?" Qin Lang asked.
"Uh... He's actually a professional marriage proxy I hired from a matchmaking agency."
On this point, the minds of Yang Gang and Yang Fei were astonishingly in sync. They had not initially planned the role of the marriage proxy, but they spontaneously created it for Yang Gang.
Qin Lang furrowed his eyebrows, "A professional marriage proxy? Isn't that a scammer?"
He paused, then added, "Although that guy might be a scammer, he probably won't do anything to Tong Xin."
Yang Fei looked at Qin Lang with surprise, "How can you be so sure?"
Qin Lang just smiled, "A hunch."
"Uh..."
Qin Lang paused again, continuing to look at Yang Fei, "Feifei, I heard that you don't play the piano anymore?"
Yang Fei nodded.