His father had an affair when he was very young, so that his grandfather refused to recognize his son.

Not long after his father had an affair, his mother passed away, and his father rebuilt his family abroad and never returned to the Song family.

He could no longer remember what his parents looked like. The fact was that he never saw his father again.

When he was almost ten years old, his so-called father also passed away. Grandpa Song did not even let his ashes enter the Song family's ancestral grave, leaving him alone and buried abroad.

For him, it doesn't matter at all. There is no word "father" in his mind.

Grandpa had very high demands on him, almost to the point of being harsh. He was trained completely according to the model of the heir of the Song family. In terms of character, cultivation, knowledge, and etiquette, grandpa was very strict with him and even taught him personally.

His friends are also young men from the upper class in the capital, and his status is beyond the reach of many people.

In college, he was admitted to a top university in Beijing. The president of the university was the son of his grandfather's former subordinate. He was very low-key in school, but his sharp edge could not be concealed no matter how hard he tried.

Later, he became the school idol for no apparent reason, and people looked at him wherever he went.

People screamed when he played basketball, the parties he hosted were packed, and even the classes he chose were available in seconds.

In fact, he has been shrouded in this kind of aura since he was a child. For him, it has long been a strange scene, and he can deal with it calmly.

In the autumn of my sophomore year, the scene was almost the same as it is now, with crisp autumn air and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

The university campus is full of vitality. With the arrival of new students, the entire campus seems to have been injected with fresh blood.

That night he made an appointment with some friends to watch a football match, but someone from the student union told him that there was a masquerade party with the freshmen that night.

In the past, he could just find an excuse to refuse, but that night he was probably in a good mood, and he went before the game.

The party was held in the largest auditorium in the school. It was a big scene and there were many people. When he went there, everyone was already dancing.

He didn't intend to perform well, so he casually took the black mask handed to him by his roommate and put it on. It seemed that this kind of social party was organized by their business school, because there were many girls in the foreign language department, and these seniors were eager to find one.

My freshman year girl is my girlfriend.

He is different, he does not need to take the initiative to find a girlfriend.

There are countless girls who are obsessed with him.

There are not many students who can really dance. Most of them just twist their waists and dance a few times.

Of course the purpose of the prom is not dancing.

Song Shaoyan was walking through the crowd. The music in the venue was loud and the lights were shaking back and forth, making his eyes hurt.

This dance was really informal. It was like a karaoke hall from the last century. You couldn't hear the voices at all.

At first glance, it looks like it was made by a straight man.

A girl reached out to him, probably wanting to dance with him.

Song Shaoyan waved his hand and refused.

He didn't want to dance, he just came to go through the motions.

While walking, because there were too many people, a little golden fox stumbled and almost fell down because his high heels were unsteady.

Song Shaoyan grabbed the little fox and hooked her around her waist. Only then did the little fox stand firm.

The little fox is really just like a little fox, light and thin, with no flesh at all on the waist.
Chapter completed!