Yuan Ansheng held the man's hand and smiled at him with a soothing smile.

The man's beautiful eyes showed the glory of hope.

Yuan Ansheng raised his hand and waved to the security guards who were about to come to him: "The person you are looking for is here."

The man reacted for a while.

Then he suddenly realized.

We struggled and were about to run forward.

But the hand that Yuan Ansheng grabbed his arm was as if it had been welded, holding the person tightly.

"It's not safe for you to run out like this." Yuan Ansheng stared at the man with dark eyes, his smile was still so gentle, but it made people feel chilled, "How worried are your family members."

Holding his hand.

Like a venomous snake.

The bodyguards finally came to the man, "Thank you."

Yuan Ansheng smiled gently, "I think he was injured, why don't you be optimistic?"

The bodyguards held the man with a terrified look tightly, and their heads were covered in sweat, explaining: "Our young master has some mental illness."

Yuan Ansheng's fingers trembled slightly.

The next moment he said in a relaxed tone.

"Then you need to be more careful."

"How can a mentally ill patient... run out at will?"

[Author’s off topic]: My dear boys, I’m going to push a larger climax plot recently.

During the crazy outline, the update will be a little unstable.
Chapter completed!