An Lan had seen several times, her younger brother trying to strike up a conversation with Yaya, but Yaya completely ignored him. She wondered if her closeness with Yaya had provoked An Xuan standing nearby.
An Xuan, who had been inactive, squeezed the ring in his pocket and suddenly stood up from the chair beside him. Step by step, he walked towards them with a look of determination. An Lan was speechless, fearing that those unaware might think he was coming to stir up trouble.
Just as Zhang Ya happily let go of An Lan, a weary voice suddenly came from behind.
"Xiao Ya..."
The sudden voice startled Zhang Ya. She turned her head and saw it was An Xuan. One hand was pressed against her chest while the other was placed on An Lan's arm as she spoke crossly, "You scared me out of my wits, An Xuan. Do you walk without making any sound?"
An Xuan, having been reprimanded, stood there looking aggrieved.
He resembled a husky with its head hanging low.
