Li Yong grew frantic, struggling to get free from Lin Dapeng, but it was clearly impossible. The man was holding him by the back of his collar, which cinched so tightly around his neck that he couldn't even speak.
"And which household might you be from, Madam?" Even if Tian Zhuang were a complete fool, he knew by now that these people must have some background.
Lichun brandished her whip, stepping in front. "As if you're worthy of asking."
Tian Zhuang's eyes swept over the group. "Just a bunch of nobodies, daring to put on airs here.
I, for one, would like to see if you can still act so tough in front of the Lord Prefect."
Jin Qianqian had no desire to stand here and waste her breath on him. "Guard Lin, take our household's calling card and deliver this man to the Lord Prefect.
Lichun, we're going back to the inn."
Unfortunately, they had walked all the way here and could only retrace their steps back.
