"What?" Nian Xiaomu did not hear him clearly and asked in a puzzled tone; he seemed to be mumbling to himself as he spoke in a low voice.
The next second, Nian Xiaomu suddenly remembered that he might not know her. Opening her mouth, she introduced herself hurriedly and said, "My name is Nian Xiaomu. By the way, I didn't mean to intrude—I am just worried that it wouldn't be good if you don't change your pants and others saw this."
"… Nian Xiaomu?"
Fan Yu was stumped for words the moment he heard this name.
The pleasantly surprised look on his face turned complex all of a sudden.
Bit by bit, the ray of light in his dark brown eyes dimmed.
Just when he was about to ask a question, a voice roared from a distance, "Let go of her!"
Before Fan Yu had the time to lift his head up, a grand figure had already walked up to the both of them.
