"They criticized me a little and trampled over my dress," said Ling Yiran, not wanting to vent her frustrations there. "Sorry, you brought me here today. I'm afraid I..."
"What's there to apologize for? It was I who neglected you and caused this to happen to you today," Yi Jinli interrupted her.
As he spoke, he crouched down and gently tied her ripped hem into a knot to keep it from dragging on the ground in case she ended up stepped on it herself.
When Yi Jinli crouched down, everyone around them gasped. They had not expected Shen City's famous Young Master Yi to kneel in front of a woman like that.
After helping Ling Yiran with the hem of her dress, Yi Jinli once again tilted his chin back slightly, looked up at Ling Yiran, and asked. "Did you get hurt anywhere?"
Now, Yi Jinli was crouching, and his head was thrown back. On the other hand, Ling Yiran was standing with her head lowered. The two were looking at each other, and for a moment, Ling Yiran felt as if Yi Jinli was subdued at her feet.
Oh my God. What was she thinking? Ling Yiran quickly said to herself before shaking her head and saying, "No."
However, she was not the only one who felt that way because everyone else who had seen the scene also felt the same.
The god-like man that was high up in their minds was now crouching on his knees before a woman who seemed insignificant to them. It was as if he had placed himself in a lowly position.
Was this Yi Jinli?!
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