"A little girl? How old was she? What did she look like?" Nian Xiaomu asked anxiously. At the very next second, Yu Yuehan pulled her into his arms, using his body to break the contact between Fan Yu and her.
He said in a low voice, "Calm down, Nian Xiaomu."
"I am very calm…" Nian Xiaomu instinctively answered. At the very next moment, she regained her composure and jabbed at Yu Yuehan's chest with the hand that she had held Fan Yu's arm with.
"What a big green-eyed monster."
"What?" Yu Yuehan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Holding her in his arms, he looked toward Fan Yu again.
Seeing the heavy expression on his face, his lips curled into an ambiguous smile as he said, "It was too long ago. I vaguely remember that that girl was about your age."
Then, he turned toward the Fan Family villa and walked over to it.
The distance between the two houses was not far.