Lin Yan was certain that she did not recognize the face before her. How did he know her surname was Lin, and whose person was she?
Her eyes, flashing with wary light, couldn't care less about propriety now. She just stood beside this strange young man, a deep layer of fear evident on her face.
Deng Wei's bodyguards recognized the L pin on these people's chests, puzzled about what kind of background the woman had to stir up Lu Chenyuan's personal bodyguards.
The four men looked at each other, and the leader quickly changed his demeanor, smiling as he explained, "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, we've got the wrong person."
"Got the wrong person? You've got some nerve, bullying my daughter." A woman's shrill voice suddenly rang out.
Lin Yan's whole body shook. As she turned around, two pairs of eyes met, and in her heart, a tempest raged, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring.