Ye Xunzhi's eyes widened slightly. "It's you?"
[That guy in the alley I slapped back to life-Slap Guy!]
Under normal circumstances, Ye Xunzhi would forget strangers she had only met once or twice and had no gossip on almost as soon as she saw them.
But she couldn't help it. His handsome face had left something of an impression on her.
Ye Lan: What story is this now???
Puzzled as he was, he sized up the young man before him.
He wore a loose white hoodie beneath a simple black jacket, but Ye Lan could tell that these were definitely bespoke pieces. He was either rich or from an influential family.
Seeing Ye Lan standing somewhat protectively in front of Ye Xunzhi, Ying Ci realized he had misunderstood something and was about to explain.
"Um, don't get the wrong idea. I just..."
Before he could finish, the roar of an engine came from behind him, followed by an old man's shout as he slowly approached:
"Ci, why did you run off on your own?"
"Grandpa!" Ying Ci turned around in surprise.
Hearing what he called him, both siblings looked over. A sleek black motorcycle swung its rear around and stopped in front of the three of them. The rider removed his helmet, revealing an elderly face whose charm had not faded with age.
Unlike many elderly men abroad who put on weight as they aged, Old Master Ying stood with one foot on the motorcycle and his helmet in his left hand, looking as though he could keep going for another five hundred years.
When he saw Ye Lan, he raised his eyebrows in surprise and pointed.
"Oh, aren't you my old friend Ye's second grandson? I even held you when you were little."
"Huh?" Ye Lan caught on. "You're