After Zhang Lu drove Ji Tian and Meng Hao away, the others who attended Zhao Shiyan's birthday party also gradually left.
Inside the clubhouse, only the four ladies—Chu Mengyao, Zhao Shiyan, Zhang Lu, and Shen Yahut—remained, with other security personnel lurking around. Only Ye Fan, a man, stayed by their side.
"Ye Fan, thank you for saving my life. I'll never forget your great kindness and virtue," Zhao Shiyan earnestly bowed in gratitude, her eyes shining with an unusual light.
"You're welcome. You're Mengyao's friend. If I hadn't encountered you, your life or death wouldn't concern me. But since I have, I can't just stand by." Ye Fan spoke as if it were a matter of course.
Ye Fan's emotionless words made Zhao Shiyan slightly sad. No matter what, she was a great beauty, and she had already looked at Ye Fan with unusual eyes, yet this was his attitude, which made her feel bitter.
"Is my charm not enough? Why does he hold me at such a distance?" Zhao Shiyan murmured bitterly.
