Watching the uncommon expression on the man's face, Su Yinwan was stunned for a moment, half-believing she had mistaken him for someone else.
She stubbornly kept tugging at the man's trousers.
"Gu Yu, we've at least met before, you can't just ignore me like this, I won't hold you back, it's just that I've sprained my ankle and can't walk. Just help me down the mountain."
"So it's just a sprained ankle," Zhao Lang lifted his eyebrows and glanced at the hand she wouldn't release. "No wonder your grip is so strong; you don't look hurt at all."
His words, half cold, half mocking, made Su Yinwan freeze again.
"Gu..."
"Miss Su, you must be mistaken, we're merely strangers who have crossed paths. You should be more familiar with my cousin."
Even though his words were meant to show disdain and distance, they took on a completely different meaning in Su Yinwan's ears.
She finally realized why Gu Yu was behaving this way; it turned out he was jealous of Shang Shaojing.
