Yan Xinxin didn't know what was going on; she only heard Xiao Yiran's pained scream ring out behind her.
She stopped in her tracks and looked back, seeing Xiao Yiran's face twisted in agony as he howled, while his right wrist was tightly gripped by a fair, well‑defined hand.
Following that hand upward, Yan Xinxin lifted her gaze to look at the man grabbing Xiao Yiran.
The man was dressed in a casual black suit, tall and straight, with pretty good taste in clothes.
He wore black sunglasses, a bit oversized, covering more than half of his face.
Even though his features weren't fully visible, his skin was fair, his nose straight and handsome, his lips thin and attractive—he was definitely a looker.
One of his hands was in his pocket, the other restraining Xiao Yiran, and he looked completely relaxed, as if it took no effort at all.
"Who the hell are you! Hurry up and let go of Young Master me!"
Xiao Yiran roared at the man.
