As Lan An uttered the name Qin Ruan, Li Zilan and Su Wang, who had previously been lost in an infatuated daze, swiftly turned their fierce gazes towards him.
Shen Ran, who had been gorging on his bowl of wonton soup, abruptly raised his head, fixing Lan An with a glare filled with hostility and caution.
Qin Ruan had left West City for almost two years. Her legend still lingered here, but few spoke of her.
Many people were once mindful of her, only to attract trouble from others.
They all believed that Lan An was here to stir up trouble.
Li Zilan furrowed her eyebrows and scrutinized Lan An and Lingfeng, then asked in a deep voice, "Do you have business with Qin Ruan?"
Lan An shook his head, his deep green eyes still trained on the three of them.
Su Wang put down his chopsticks and sprawled back in his chair, a mischievous grin on his face as he stared at Lan An.
"Brother, what do you want with Qin Ruan?"
Lan An hesitated for a moment, then said: "She's... someone I know."