Anak glanced back over her shoulder, taking in the form of the tall trader, his short-cropped hair, intense eyes, and masculine figure. His expression seemed sad, and his eyes were pleading, but what exactly he was pleading for, she couldn't fathom. Her heart squeezed, and she felt strangely divided. However, her loyalty was firmly and irrefutably with Zheng MeiLan.
He was probably only worried that she would reveal Lord Shizi's plot and implicate Pang Xi.