The man was wearing a rather thin coat.
He seemed to still be in a daze. After he came up to them, his delicate eyes stared at Yi Yi, who was having his injuries treated by the doctor.
His gaze flickered.
Finally, he whispered, "Everything's okay."
His tone was incredibly calm and dismissive.
It was not particularly pleasant to the ear.
Jiang Ruan turned to look at the newcomer. He was about 1.8 meters tall, not too muscular, somewhat lean even. He had fair skin and good-looking facial features, with no visible flaws in his eyes and eyebrows. With his red lips and white teeth, he was exquisite from head to toe.
And this person...
Was actually Yi Yang.
The man she had encountered in the hospital before, the one who somewhat resembled Fu Chi.
Was he Yi Yi's... brother? Or father?
Yi Yang did not look very old either.
At most around twenty-three or twenty-four years old.
Fu Chi also sized Yi Yang up. His resemblance hardly went unnoticed.