The coachman finally realized something was wrong, but at this moment, his body was completely immobilized.
The only part of him that could move was his eyes, which were darting around.
A fear of death had just appeared in his mind when suddenly, his body could move again.
At this time, Yun Ran's voice timely broke the silence, providing him with an explanation.
"If you want to drink tea, feel free; I have plenty here. But isn't it a bit much to lay your hands on my people?"
Yun Ran's voice was very calm, with no trace of anger audible.
But it made the middle-aged man's hand pause slightly; he looked directly at Yun Ran.
At the same time, he noticed that the aura of intimidation he had used on the people around had been cut off.
"No need to be upset, young friend. I just didn't want us to be interrupted while chatting."
The middle-aged man explained rare as it was, because he sensed that Yun Ran's strength was not weak.
