Lin Yuan revealed an innocuous smile, waved her hand at him, and made the fellow so embarrassed that his feet barely touched the ground as he ran away.
"Hmph, serves him right!"
With a cold snort, Lin Yuan hadn't even begun to look for Ma Xiaonan when she heard Ma Xiaoqian's slightly harsh voice, "Xiaonan, why are you hanging around with this little village girl? Don't you know she's had a conflict with me?"
"Cousin, Miss Lin is really nice, don't say that…" Ma Xiaonan anxiously glanced at Lin Yuan, hurriedly trying to explain to his own cousin.
As fate would have it, Ma Xiaoqian was a woman whose mind was even narrower than the eye of a needle, who could never be persuaded by others. She huffed coldly and, pulling on Ma Xiaonan's hand, left, "Come with cousin, don't bother with that shrewish harpy!"
"Cousin!" Ma Xiaonan grimaced, trying to retract his hand, but the more he tried to pull away, the tighter Ma Xiaoqian gripped it.
