"You little punk, who the hell are you? Let her go! Do you hear me?!"
The short, middle-aged man couldn't help shouting when he saw Xu Lanqing's hand resting on Jiang Nannan's shoulder.
"What's going on?"
Another figure appeared at the mouth of the alley, dressed in black. He was around twelve years old, tall, with thick brows, tiger-like eyes, a straight nose, and a square jaw. He was undeniably handsome.
This should be Xu Sanshi.
Xu Lanqing lowered his arm. Before the short man could even feel pleased, he saw Xu Lanqing take two steps forward and turn sideways, his tall frame completely shielding Jiang Nannan behind him.
Jiang Nannan was still dazed and hadn't come to her senses. She only felt a blur before a shadow filled her vision, and the boy's fresh, pleasant scent wafted into her nose.
She shook her head and hurriedly hopped back twice before she could see Xu Lanqing clearly.
She saw him bathed in moonlight, the faint smile at the corner of his mouth as gentle as the moon itself, as though he could accept anything.
Just that smile was enough to make every girl who saw him fall for him involuntarily—and, in turn, fall for the person behind it.
Her heart beat a little faster. She hurriedly lowered her head, as though she wanted to bury it in the curves of her still-developing chest. Her face burned.
"Kid, are you picking a fight on purpose?"
The short man glared at Xu Lanqing, his face dark. But when he turned around, his expression instantly changed to a fawning smile.
"Young master, it's fine. Just a little accident. I'll take care of him right away."
Xu Sanshi glanced at Xu Lanqing's face, which he found somewhat irritating. Looking past him, he could see