The bodyguards picked up Zhao Tian and his men, throwing them out as if they were garbage.
The manager said obsequiously, "Rest assured, Mr. Qi, from today on, Supreme Bar will never serve Zhao Tian again! He is on our hotel's permanent blacklist!"
Feng Huaijin ignored the manager's words, took a step toward Su Li, and suddenly extended his strong arm, lifting her up horizontally.
"Ah—what are you doing?" Su Li shrieked, red-faced, gripping his collar in fright.
The faint scent of men's cologne mixed with his masculine aura invaded her nose, and Su Li stiffened in his arms.
Apart from the awkwardness, she inexplicably felt a sense of... reassurance.
Seeing the young girl struggling in his arms, Feng Huaijin's face immediately darkened, and he shouted lowly, "Don't move!"
He placed her on the leather sofa and, upon observing her slightly swollen ankle, said, "If it's sprained, don't move! Call a doctor over."
