An Nan's heart was swept by an inexplicable rage at the thought, and she hadn't even noticed that she'd subconsciously drawn someone into her realm, forbidding anyone from provoking them.
Not mocking does not mean that no one will deliberately show concern.
Just like Lan Xinxixi, this woman who never behaves herself, forced a concerned expression despite the laughter she held inside: "Brother, what's wrong? Played the hero saving the damsel?"
Lin Mubai glared angrily at her, showing no intention of engaging, and directly pulled An Nan beside him, heading for an empty seat.
Just when everyone thought they'd get no answer as usual, the person walking beside Young Master Lin spoke up. The voice was neither loud nor soft, just right for everyone to hear: "Made a mistake with my hand, didn't control the strength well, so it ended up like this."
Such an innocent sentence, in the ears of others, became shocking, but in Young Master Lin's ear, it turned into pure devotion.
