The deep, magnetic voice spoke casually yet was impossible to ignore.
The sudden incident shocked everyone present immensely.
Qin Yiren stared blankly at the drunken fool writhing in pain on the ground. As she turned back thoughtfully, her gaze unexpectedly met a pair of dark, deep eyes.
Accompanied by the drunken fool's incoherent curses, the onlookers acutely sensed that the newly arrived man was even less to be trifled with, and they all discreetly made their exit.
Her long eyelashes fluttered; Qin Yiren didn't want to admit it, but she was indeed no longer as flustered as before. She asked hoarsely, "Why... are you here?"
"You're here, so why can't I be here?"
Chu Xinian stood behind her at an indifferent distance, the corners of his thin lips curved in a half-smile, and he asked meaningfully, "Or is it because it's not Bo Jinghang standing here that you're disappointed?"
Qin Yiren was at a loss for words and replied simply, "Thank you."
