People instinctively kept a distance from the two young masters, afraid they'd be caught in the crossfire.
Xi Shaoqi certainly noticed someone's grim expression but continued to chat softly with the people around him, showing no sign of retreat or fear.
He was waiting for the moment when Young Master Lin couldn't hold out any longer.
And he didn't have to wait long. He felt a gust of wind brush past his face, his body was squeezed aside, and he saw a certain young master had replaced his position, attentively caring for the person next to him: "Wife, are you okay?"
An Nan, with her temper flaring up, ignored him completely: "Humph."
After snorting coldly, she defiantly popped a preserved plum into her mouth, a look of challenge on her face. She was not afraid of this man now.
