How could Song Yinyin have the energy to listen to him? Right now, she feels disgusted even just glancing at him!
She dashed outside in a panic, but the footsteps behind her followed relentlessly, causing her to hastily stumble in her high heels.
"Ah—"
In her carelessness, she misstepped, and her body staggered slightly.
Just as she was about to fall, a strong arm caught her in time, steadying her.
"Are you okay?"
The man's deep, restrained voice sounded like a lifeline to Song Yinyin at that moment.
She grabbed Lu Jihan, "Help me!"
Lu Jihan glanced at Song Yinyin's anxious little face, his hawk-like eyes locking onto Yan Kejun, and frowned slightly.
Yan Kejun, the second son of the Yan Group.
The eldest son of the Yan Family had been bedridden for years due to health issues, making Yan Kejun the focus of the old master's grooming.
And Yan Kejun lived up to expectations, having just taken over the role of president of the Yan Group.
