"Suspicion isn't quite right, I'm questioning!"
Beiming Yu didn't hide her dissatisfaction with Lin Zifeng, her delicate jade cheeks full of disdain.
The tension between the two was increasingly evident.
Beiming Lan quickly stepped forward, grabbing her mother's arm, angrily saying: "Beiming Yu, what do you want? Are you really upset that I got myself a little servant? Do you even know that if it hadn't been for him today, I'd have been kidnapped by those bad men, and you might never see your beautiful and adorable Beiming Lan again!"
"What about the personal bodyguards I found for you?"
Beiming Yu's arrogance diminished considerably.
"Hmph! Just those few muscle-bound, simple-minded guys, Missy here could easily use a lame excuse to fool them into running around aimlessly; do you think those people can really protect me?"
