Ren Ningyue furrowed her brow slightly, weakly waved her hand, and said feebly, "It's okay, let him come over and sit."
Looking at Ren Ningyue, who was in the prime of her youth, Ye Tianfan couldn't help but frown. In terms of looks, Ren Ningyue was no less beautiful than Qin Ruomeng, but she had a sickly appearance, her lips were slightly pale, yet her facial features resembled those of Daiyu. When sitting quietly, she was like a delicate flower mirrored in water, and her slight smiles and frowns were like a fragile willow swaying in the breeze, stirring a touch of compassion in one's heart.
"Hello, Miss Ren."
Ye Tianfan smiled slightly, impolitely pulled a chair, and sat beside Ren Ningyue.
At this moment, the man suddenly frowned, a shiny military knife appeared in his right hand, and he took a small step forward, positioning himself to Ye Tianfan's left side. This spot was precisely Ye Tianfan's blind spot for attacks!
