However, what did that person call the young master just now? Shaoling? Mu Shaoling? So, that guy’s name is Mu Shaoling, huh. Well, our dear Xiaxia hasn’t even known Young Master Mu’s name until now. That’s because she’s never paid attention to him.
After finishing speaking, the man in white looked at Ye Zi’an in the wheelchair again and asked with a faint smile, "And who might this gentleman be?"
"I’m no gentleman, just a country bumpkin. My name is Ye Zi’an." Ye Zi’an also looked indifferent, nothing like the lively and cheerful demeanor he showed when he was with Yang Chuxia earlier, "May I know your name, sir?"
Looking at this white-clothed gentleman, one could tell he was extraordinary, and to be acquainted with Mu Shaoling, he must be rich or noble. Ye Zi’an didn’t really expect the man to answer his question when he asked, because he didn’t truly want to know. He only asked out of politeness.
But to his surprise, the man replied, "My name is Baili Yan."
Upon hearing this, Ye Zi’an was taken aback, and was about to move when he saw Baili Yan shake his finger at him.
The little exchange between the two didn’t escape Yang Chuxia’s notice, making her wonder who he was. A very important and powerful person?
Then she heard Ye Zi’an say, "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Young Master Baili!"
"You’re too kind, my friend," the man who called himself Baili Yan replied with a faint smile.
As Yang Chuxia watched him smile faintly, she thought that his expression was a bit too trademarked.
"Is Brother Ye also from Quanya County?"
"Of course, both Xiaxia and I are from Wangquan Town."
Ye Zi’an didn’t know why he was asking, but responded anyway.
"It’s a big deal to treat your leg, so why is it that only Miss Yang is looking after you, Brother Ye?"
Yang Chuxia found this question rather inexplicable. They weren’t close, so why was he asking such personal questions?
"My parents are deceased, so it is only thanks to my fiancée’s care that I can recuperate in peace. It is truly my blessing."
"I see. My apologies!" After hearing this, Baili Yan said.
Listening to their conversation, Yang Chuxia found it both tiresome and boring. It was so formal and old-fashioned that it exhausted her.
Fortunately, at this moment, Mu Shaoling arrived. Seeing Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an there, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.
"Yo, how come you’re out and about instead of staying in your room smooching?"
"Did you forget to take your medicine this morning?" Yang Chuxia frowned and asked.
"What did you say?" Mu Shaoling didn’t understand. He wasn’t sick, so what medicine was she talking about?
Little did he know that Yang Chuxia’s next sentence almost made him jump up, "You must be sick, acting all weird and moody this early in the morning."
"You little brat, are you asking for a beating?" Mu Shaoling shouted angrily.
"Humph, it’s still unclear who’ll beat whom." During their nearly ten-day stay at Mu Shaoling’s residence, such bickering seemed to happen once or twice every day, as long as the two encountered one another.
Ye Zi’an had grown accustomed to it. As for Baili Yan, although he often heard his subordinates report about it, this was the first time he had seen it in person. The fact that someone could make his good friend so irritable yet not lose his temper made him slightly curious.
"Haha, don’t think I don’t know you’re skilled in martial arts. But even so, you wouldn’t stand a chance against me if we really fought," Mu Shaoling added.
"How would you know if we haven’t tried?" Yang Chuxia widened her eyes. In her previous life, she had been a top female secret agent with excellent skills. Achieving such success depended greatly on her natural talent, but also on her passion and hard work.