Chen Song's face changed when he saw Yan Ziyun's gaze, and he promptly said, "Mr. Yan, I'll immediately chase her away..."
However, before he could finish speaking, he saw something that made his jaw drop.
Yan Ziyun, who usually carried himself a certain way, Chen Song knew, was now in the countryside recovering, but that had not diminished his imposing presence one bit.
This man was accustomed to pride, often treating people with a hint of indifference, and no one of his generation could match his achievements—riding eight horses wouldn't catch up—so naturally, no one dared to act recklessly in his presence.
As for those a generation above him, they were also quite wary of him, which had fostered his rather arrogant demeanor.
Even while here to recuperate, groups of people would come to pay their careful visits several times a month.
"Help me up," Yan Ziyun said to Ye Shaohua when he saw her, naturally extending his hand to her beyond his initial surprise.
