Before Lěng Yè's voice had even faded, several subordinates stepped forward quickly and firmly gripped Yàn Bǎolíng's shoulders.
"Let go of me! Are you lowlifes even fit to touch my body?" she shrieked angrily, struggling with all her might, yet unable to break free from the iron-vise grip.
Standing nearby, Zhūgě Jǐn turned pale, beads of sweat covering his forehead. "Young Master Lěng," he swallowed hard, "Yàn Bǎolíng is no ordinary person! If we tie her up as well, this whole affair is going to blow completely out of proportion!"
Chapter 853