The bodyguard had been with Huo Zhanting for quite a while, so when he saw that familiar face again, he too was taken aback. Not far away, in the middle of the crowd, stood an impatient man—it was none other than Xiao Yihe.
Behind Xiao Yihe followed a young woman, seemingly still a student. One of her hands caressed her stomach, hesitantly reaching for Xiao Yihe's sleeve but then timidly pulling back.
Every now and then, Xiao Yihe would look at his watch. He frowned, turned his head to whisper something impatiently to the woman. Judging from his lip movements, he seemed to be urging her. Her eyes reddened, she kept nodding like a fragile little white flower mistreated by others.
An Lan shook her head inwardly.
Tsk tsk tsk, Xiao Yihe is really playing the field.
"He's a real beast. The girl looks just barely of age. If I were her parent and saw this scene, I'd probably go mad with rage," An Lan murmured softly, to which the bodyguard beside her nodded in agreement.
