Yingzi was so angry that she took a step forward, "Lu Hechen, don't go too far."
"Insolent." Lu Hechen coldly rebuked.
His voice carried a full force of authority.
Yingzi was so shaken by it that she was momentarily stunned into silence.
Weilan was also startled by Lu Hechen's anger as she looked towards him.
At that moment, under the sunlight, he stood tall and splendid. His white shirt and dark trousers, set against the morning light, made his features seem even more striking—his demeanor was as awe-inspiring as a rainbow.
He looked at Yingzi with a cold gaze, his voice stern, "Since when can a slave speaking for their master? You may not regard your young master as your owner, but if you show any disrespect to my woman, no matter where you go, I will make sure you have no ground to stand on."
Weilan was dumbstruck; she had never seen Lu Hechen like this before.
He was almost never such an outgoing man; he generally wouldn't make such grand statements, but now, he did.