An Lan forcefully pulled her arm out of Xiao Yihe's grasp and turned to leave. Xiao Yihe, without a second thought, went after her despite his limp. Watching An Lan's unsympathetic departing figure, his expression was filled with malice.
Just as he was about to catch up with An Lan, suddenly a figure hurried over from the side and blocked Xiao Yihe. Standing between Xiao Yihe and An Lan, this man's towering figure shielded An Lan completely.
An Lan looked at the man who had appeared so abruptly with surprise. He was dressed in a ginger-colored bespoke suit and shiny leather shoes, his robust silhouette reminiscent of Huo Zhanting's. Mingled within was a faint scent of jasmine.
This person gave An Lan an uncannily familiar feeling.
Xiao Yihe, eyes narrowing at the sudden appearance of Cheng Yaojin, threatened in a low voice, "Let me go. This is a private matter between the two of us and none of your business."