Feeling the warmth from Zhang Xiaoshan's hand, Lin Yanran inexplicably began to feel a bit flustered.
"You, you let go..."
She started to struggle.
Zhang Xiaoshan, who had been lost in wild thoughts, suddenly snapped back to reality.
He knew there was a huge gap between himself and a young lady like Lin Yanran; as things stood, he simply wasn't good enough for her.
He felt a bit self-reproachful in his heart. Just now, Lin Yanran had helped him by publicly shaming the Wu family. How could he harbor such improper thoughts toward her?
"No, I'm sorry..." Zhang Xiaoshan let go of Lin Yanran's hand.
"Thank you for helping me."
The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward. Since they weren't well-acquainted, Zhang Xiaoshan could only take the initiative to express his gratitude.
Lin Yanran's expression returned to normal, neither distant and cold nor as lively and enthusiastic as she had been in the restaurant. She just smiled faintly and said calmly.
