"Wait a moment!"

Yan Yu hurriedly stopped the young man. He stood in front of the young man, "We are all our own people."

The young man still maintained the same movement, staring coldly at the three people in front of him.

"Relax, they are my friends." Yan Yu patted the boy and walked over.

"Where's Xiaoye? Where have you gone?"

"Eating cakes in the teahouse." Qianhe glanced at the young man behind Yan Yu, "A new acquaintance of yours? He doesn't seem to ...