All of a sudden, a man in black attire landed softly on the ground and knelt in front of her. He was about twenty years old, a young man who looked thin and handsome.
Yang Yiting looked at him, surprisingly.
"I'm Xue Hao, secret guard of the Meng mansion. I've seen Miss Yang."
Yang Yiting nodded, it seemed that she guessed right. Meng Yuan had been sending people to protect her in secret.
"Get up." Yang Yiting was not used to someone kneeling in front of her and talking. "Did you intervene just now?"
"Yes, Miss Yang. I saw that you were frightened. Please forgive me." Xue Hao got up and lowered his head and replied.
"Oh, no. You really helped me. Thank you so much." Yang Yiting nodded lightly. Although she wasn't sure if she was capable enough to protect herself just now, Xue Hao's action saved her the trouble of finding out.
"I don't mind the trouble, Miss Yang."
