Mu Yuchen stood right behind her in a casual suit with his noble and handsome face. As he just stayed there, lots of heads turned, but his eyes were fixed on the little woman before him.
Xi Xiaye obviously knew about his charms. Her clear eyes glanced around and she even saw some young girls secretly taking pictures of him. She pursed her lips and glanced at him. Forgetting about holding back, she just reached out to hold his hand and walked out.
"Let's go home. Grandmother and the rest are waiting!"
He lowered his head to look at their interlocked hands as a faint ripple flashed across his handsome face and he let her pull him away.
Her hands were almost healed, but in his grasp, he could still feel the uneven coarseness of her wounds. Her forehead still showed that bit of new, puckered skin though the scars were not very deep.
