An An Furen brimming with fury walked out, almost bumping into Mu Xiaoxiao.
"Scram!" he roared angrily.
Mu Xiaoxiao's reflexes were a little slow, and An Furen was about to push her away.
In the next second, a dark silhouette flashed over and grabbed An Furen's arm in one fell swoop.
Mu Xiaoxiao looked a little daze at Yin Shaojie before her.
Wasn't he in the room? Why was he so fast?
Yin Shaojie glared at An Furen coldly, anger in his dark eyes. "How dare you shout at her?"
"I-I…" An Furen had never imagined that he could be frightened to the point where he trembled by a youth of less than eighteen years of age.
Having just been given the cold shoulder, his heart was brimming with anger. When he opened the door and saw Mu Xiaoxiao, he thought he had found an easy target to bully and thought that he could shout at her.