"Glaring at me won't do any good." Consort Ling said through the rearview mirror to Xia Xue. Compared to Xiao Lin's anger, this glaring woman posed no threat. "My job is to ensure your safety, and right now my judgment is that you cannot go down there."
"Ugh! Damn Ling Fei, are you using your boss to suppress me now?" Xia Xue, fueled by a bit of alcohol, shouted at Consort Ling. Lian helplessly grabbed her, worried she'd start a fight in the car with Ling Fei. The two seemed to be enemies; whenever there was a gap, they'd start bickering endlessly. Xia Xue was no match for Ling Fei, winning half a match out of ten was already a miracle—those were matches Ling Fei wasn't serious about.
"Ling Fei is right, if you go out now, Yao Zheng will definitely use you as a pawn. This situation reeks of manipulation." Lian looked outside through the car window. Yao Zheng was still trying to calm the agitated crowd, while Secretary Li was maintaining order with the security guards.
