Lan Yurou heard the car, her eyes lit up, she rolled off the sofa and ran outside.
In the courtyard, a soldier opened the knight's black iron car door.
Ya Chen, holding a Metal Cane and dressed in a meticulously tailored black suit, got down from the car.
Having visited many times and familiar with the environment of the villa, he didn't need guidance and walked straight towards the door.
"Chen!"
Lan Yurou was overwhelmingly delighted, and ran over to grab the man's arm, her voice was so aggrieved that she was about to cry. "I knew you would come."
Ya Chen happened to touch Lan Yurou's delicate wrist that seemed about to break, she seemed to have lost weight, he frowned deeply: "I heard from Aunt Yin that you didn't eat after you returned home from the banquet that day?"
Aunt Yin, afraid of being blamed by the prince, hurriedly said, "Every meal was prepared and sent right under Miss Lan's nose. But Miss Lan couldn't see the prince, she had no appetite."
