"Jingwan!"
Zhou Jingyun hurried down the stairs, intending to rush over and see if Zhou Jingwan was injured, but upon seeing Yan Wentao holding Zhou Jingwan, she forcibly stopped herself.
Zhou Jingwan, seeing the people in the restaurant watching them, tugged at Yan Wentao's clothes, "Third Brother, put me down first."
Yan Wentao nodded and carefully set Zhou Jingwan down.
Perhaps due to the recent scare, Zhou Jingwan's legs were a bit weak, and Yan Wentao noticed it, quickly supporting her.
"Shameless!"
Just then, a voice filled with mockery entered everyone's ears.
Almost instantly, Yan Wentao's eyes shot towards the direction of the stairs, his cold gaze piercing toward the speaker, Zuo Meng, like sharp arrows.
Zuo Meng felt her heart constrict under that gaze.
At that moment, Yan Wentao was wearing casual home clothes, not the Jinling Guard's uniform, so Zuo Meng only thought he was a son from a family friendly with the Zhou family and did not take him seriously.