"Yan?" Lin Zhiya was surprised to see the drenched girl appear, but her surprise contained no malice, only concern.
Rong Yan quickly approached the group.
Shi Mufeng must have sensed the hostile aura emanating from her and subtly positioned himself in front of Rong Weiwei, "What are you doing here?"
"Mufeng..." Rong Weiwei looked at the man blocking her with a moved expression, her watery eyes brimming with emotion.
Shi Mufeng turned and saw the touching dependence in her eyes, which vastly satisfied his male ego. His chest swelled with pride as he comforted her softly, "It's okay, I'm here."
Rong Yan watched the two of them coo over each other in front of her. Her beautiful eyes grew even colder, and her red lips curled into a mocking cold smile, bluntly scolding, "Move aside!"
