His heart was both aching and angry, and his expression turned serious.
He placed Ziyi on the sofa, his large hand gripping her nape, intending to pull her into his embrace.
But Ayuan stopped him: "Mr. Jin, please show some restraint."
Although Ayuan's hatred had shifted to Pei Yuanchen, it didn't mean her vigilance towards Jin Baiyan had completely disappeared.
Jin Baiyan had no choice but to reluctantly let go of Ziyi.
Ayuan seized the opportunity to occupy his spot, awkwardly placing her arm around her shoulder, gently saying, "Miss, I will stand up for you."
Ziyi blinked, the mist in her eyes thickening, yet her expression remained bewildered.
After the agony, there was more confusion.
She couldn't understand why things turned out this way.
He clearly liked her very much before, he treated her so well.
"Ziyi." Jin Baiyan sat down opposite them, his gaze filled with concern, "Are you alright?"
Ziyi suddenly lifted her head blankly: "He's not Uncle Xiaobao."
