Ye Ranran watched those people leave, then hooked her lips and carefully wiped the marks off the small bag.
Why should her son's bag be meddled with by scheming people?
Swallowing down her annoyance wasn't so easy.
Those hoping to see her embarrassed hadn't succeeded, and now they could only leave disheartened.
But before they had completely left, an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit appeared, his brow slightly furrowed and a melancholic expression on his face, looking in Ye Ranran's direction, "Have I arrived late?"
Ye Ranran looked at the old man with a puzzled face and smiled, "Sir, who are you looking for?"
"Oh... I am here for Ye Ranran, to support her. Do you know Ye Ranran?" the old gentleman asked.
Ye Ranran smiled, "I am Ye Ranran. May I ask who you are?"
"Such a pretty girl you are. No wonder our little devil asked me to look after you," the old gentleman said with a beaming smile, coming over and handing the bag he had been carrying behind him to Ye Ranran.