"Sprained it?" Fu Xingzhou hurriedly squatted down to check.
"It's fine, not serious." Ye Yan felt the gazes from all around, and her cheeks flushed instantly.
Though Mr. Fu was very generous toward women, he had never been so humble.
Just then, Sijiu, who had been staying in the car, suddenly jumped down and walked towards someone in the crowd with its delicate cat-like steps, rubbing against the person's trousers in a very pleasing manner, which was unusual for it.
The person was tall and handsome, with an exceptional aura that differed from those of Ao City. Ye Yan had a vague feeling she had seen him somewhere, but couldn't recall where at the moment.
"Chen Yiren," Fu Xingzhou explained softly as he lifted the person up, "from Capital City."
So, he was Chen Yiren, the Crown Prince of Capital City.