"Young Master Yu, shall we go in?"
Mu Anran, having purchased her items and clutching them in her arms, walked over to Yu Lingqian's side.
The place was crowded at that moment, and knowing that he disliked such packed environments, she single-handedly made her way through the crowd for him.
She was not particularly short but was quite slender.
She had barely walked four or five meters when she was bumped into twice.
Yu Lingqian followed closely behind her, his frown deepening with each step.
Just as she was about to be hit a third time, he reached out with a large hand and pulled her into his embrace.
"Young Master Yu?" Mu Anran looked up in surprise.
Without looking at her, Yu Lingqian said, "If you can't navigate, just stick close to me."
In the bustling crowd, his large hand gripped her shoulder, and she nestled against his chest, listening to the steady and strong heartbeat by her ear, suddenly feeling an odd sense of safety.
She thought of her brother.
