Li Yong grew frantic, struggling to get down from Lin Dapeng's grasp. However, given his height, it was clearly impossible. He only felt the man pulling the back of his collar, which choked his neck, making him unable to speak even if he wanted to.
"May I ask which official family you belong to, Madam?" No matter how foolish Tian Zhuang was, he knew by now that these people must have some background.
Lichun stood in front with her whip raised. "Do you think you have the right to ask?"
Tian Zhuang's gaze swept over the group. "You're just a bunch of nobodies pretending to be important. I'd like to see if you can still act this tough in front of the Lord Prefect."
Jin Qianqian didn't want to waste any more breath on him here. "Guard Lin, take our calling card and escort this man to the Lord Prefect. Lichun, let's head back to the inn."
Unfortunately, they had walked all the way here earlier, so now they had no choice but to head back along the same path.
