This statement made Fu Shiyan understand why An Yan had taught those people a lesson.
Because they spoke without restraint.
An Yan said, "Because of the press conference, I was worried about being recognized, so I tried to keep a low profile and sat in a corner. Those seven people surrounded me, verbally insulted me, and behaved frivolously, which provoked me to act."
"Hmm, well done," Fu Shiyan, holding her hand, said, "It seems I should arrange for some bodyguards for you."
An Yan looked up, "I can protect myself."
"I can't let you get hurt even a little bit."
"Don't worry, I'm not used to having bodyguards anyway."
Fu Shiyan was somewhat helpless; he caressed her reddened knuckles, "Your hand is all red, does it hurt?"
An Yan smiled, "I'm not that delicate, it doesn't hurt. It's just that my skin is a bit tender. By the way, did your father look for you because of me?"
Fu Shiyan chuckled and rubbed her small head, "Do whatever you want to do without any concerns."
