Seeing Yan Xinxin look toward a certain spot in surprise, Xiao Yize also lifted his gaze in the same direction.
Before fully making out who it was, the person was already limping toward them, and beside him was none other than Yan Zhirou.
"Brother, why are you here?"
Xiao Yize frowned in confusion.
"You should be resting in the hospital right now."
"Rest? What rest?"
Xiao Yiran responded dismissively, his roguish gaze lingering on Yan Xinxin.
"If I hadn't protected my face, I'd probably really not be able to show up here right now. But fortunately, when your husband, Mrs. Mo, hit me, I made sure to shield this face of mine. So, what do you think? Isn't this Young Master still as handsome as ever?"
"Young Master Xiao, you are very handsome today! This suit looks like it was tailor-made for you!"
Yan Zhirou eagerly chimed in with praise.
Xiao Yiran let out a proud, mocking laugh.
