As Nangong Ze was preparing to help her lie down, as soon as his fingertips touched her body, Yanyan reacted violently, flinging him away. She ignored Nangong Ze entirely, turned her little face away, and anxiously asked Luo Yang, "Luo Yang, are you alright? Is it painful? I'm sorry, I apologize for my third brother, he was too impulsive…"
Nangong Ze's hand froze in mid-air for a long time before he finally withdrew it.
When he heard Yanyan expressing such concern for another man, he felt as if his heart had been abruptly gripped by something, and it was not a pleasant feeling.
"I'm fine. I deserved the hit for bumping into you!" Luo Yang gave her a gentle smile, his injured lips slightly curved.
Yanyan felt even more guilty.
Afterwards, as if she were a naughty child, she lifted up her eyelids and secretly glanced at Vane's expression.
"Third brother, please don't be angry anymore, it is really not related to Luo Yang. It was all my fault, I was careless…"
