"What are you doing?" Lan Xinyu snarled and stood in front of the little boy protectively.
"Move aside!" The young man barked, preparing to fight.
"Stop!" The old man bellowed, then growled at the young man, "Feiyu, don't be rude. It was only because of them that I managed to make it in time."
"Hmph, even if they didn't take action, how could this kind of trash hurt our Duan family's people?" The young man grumbled.
"No matter what, they had good intentions. We should still thank them, and not forget our manners," the old man said sharply.
The old man was inadvertently agreeing with the young man, and Lan Xinyu pursed her lips unhappily. So, in these strangers' eyes, their actions were meaningless.
