So...
'He's here to hold me accountable?'
"Your Highness, Prince Ling! Last time..."
Before she could finish, her wrist was suddenly seized in a tight grip.
Zhou Junlin grabbed her hand, his voice low and strained. "Come with me!"
"Hey! Where are we going? Can't we talk here? Let go of me!" Song Lianhe was dragged away, frantically trying to shake off his large hand as if he were some kind of terrifying monster.
This realization made Zhou Junlin's heart sink even further.
"Miss!"
Ah Jun and Shuang Ye moved to block him, especially Ah Jun, whose eyes had turned red.
Gu Ha shot forward, blocking the two of them.
"His Highness, Prince Ling, wishes to have a word. If you don't want to die, then get lost!" His tone was full of contempt.
