Xiao Yan was growing increasingly disgusted by these spoiled rich brats. They had nothing going for them, yet they strutted around like they owned the world. Looking at their arrogant faces, Xiao Yan wanted to smack them with the sole of his shoe.
"Kid, trying to play the hero and save the beauty? Take a look at that pretty-boy face of yours. You dare meddle in your grandpa's business without even asking who I am?"
When the group heard that someone actually dared to step forward, they all stopped. The leading man spoke to Xiao Yan with a smug expression.
When the beauty heard someone standing up for her, she was initially overjoyed. But when she saw Xiao Yan's handsome features, lean build, and the cute little girl in his arms, she could not help feeling somewhat disappointed. She had thought a tall, powerful man had come to her rescue. She had not expected it to be a handsome young man like Xiao Yan.
"Little brother, thank you for your kindness, but you should leave quickly. Otherwise, you'll be in danger."
Though the beauty was somewhat disappointed, she was still grateful to Xiao Yan and spoke to him worriedly. After speaking, she took out her own weapon, a whip, and assumed a fighting stance.
"Haha, kid, heard that? Even the beauty is telling you to leave. Today, for the beauty's sake, I'll spare you. Now get lost! Hahaha!"
The spoiled brat burst into laughter.
Uh, do I really look that pathetic? Do strong people have to look like Africans? That really hurts my self-esteem. Xiao Yan thought to himself.
"Beauty, do I really look that bad? You're telling me to leave before we've even fought. Wouldn't that make me lose face? Don't worry, I'll be fine. But you'd better prepare