Not him?
Yan Zao's pupils sharply contracted, focusing on the face of the man who was two meters away from her.
He had recklessly charged into the blazing inferno, wasn't it to save Yu Yesang?
In the raging fire, he carried Yu Yesang out to safety.
The familiar tall silhouette, in the last moment it disappeared from his line of sight, left her with hope that she couldn't see, and she was powerless to shout out the name that weighed on her heart.
Recalling that image, Yan Zao's heart ached, affecting her breathing, she quickly took a deep breath, shifting her gaze elsewhere.
Lan Mu retorted, then glanced at Yan Zao, just in time to catch her gaze moving away from him, he was anxious to explain, but Cheng Xingzhi spoke calmly, "Saved is saved, saving someone is a virtue, and what's more, it was Yu Yesang who was saved."
His words sounded like he was stirring up trouble.
In Lan Mu's view, he was indeed stirring up trouble.
