With a push, Meng Yao staggered backwards, tripped over the shelf, bang—
The vase above crashed down, and as Meng Yao fell to the ground, she reached out to block her arm, which turned bruised. She reached to wipe her face, only to find tears streaming down.
Tong Ran frowned slightly, wanting to help her up, "Meng Yao, you..."
"Don't talk to her."
Luo Xiao blocked Tong Ran's path. He stepped forward and stopped in front of Meng Yao. She looked up to meet his piercing eyes and heard his cold voice, "I've warned you countless times not to mess with Xiao Ran. If you can impersonate her today, you could endanger her life tomorrow. I cannot keep you here."
The man's lean body cast a shadow under the light. Meng Yao looked at his handsome face, clearly a bed of thorns, yet she still wanted to tread on them, "Hall Master, she is the one you love. How could I harm her..."
