Yizhou took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "Am I not?"
Her heartbeat quickened, not out of fear, but frustration. "You can't just go around threatening every man I talk to."
"Watch me."
"Yizhou!!" Her tone sharpened.
Yizhou finally exhaled, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room, taking in everything he had previously ignored in his blind rage. His eyes landed on the second cat—large, grayish-white, and definitely not Lingquan. That alone was enough to put him on edge.
Another system had taken form, but it wasn't Qingran's. That meant only one thing—the boy she was protecting wasn't just some random kid. He was important.
His jaw tightened as his gaze flicked back to Haoyu, now standing cautiously behind Qingran. Yizhou frowned, something clicking in his mind.
He knew this boy.
Not in this life, but from before.
