"It really is you... I knew it, you've come back."
She had doubted for a moment that the person she saw that night was him, but now it was clear, it was true. An Yichen had indeed returned to the country, and now stood before her.
Grasping one of her hands firmly, An Yichen looked around at the curious onlookers, knowing this wasn't the place to talk.
"Xiaozhi, come with me, I have a lot of questions I want to ask you." He pulled Chen Zhi and started walking briskly towards the outside.
Si Ye, on the other hand, drained his glass in one gulp, casually handed it to someone beside him, and strode towards them.
"Wait." He took hold of Chen Zhi's hand, stopping them.
An Yichen turned around, meeting his cold gaze head-on.
"Young Master An, where are you taking my woman?" Si Ye's thin lips curved slightly, his tone neither hurried nor slow.
Chen Zhi felt as if she had been pricked by a needle, her heart painfully spasming.
