"Let go of her."
The voice was majestic, detached, and resolute, which evoked a sense of deference in everyone.
Before they knew it, everyone turned to the voice.
With his chiseled face and clear eyes, the teenager looked poised, elegant, and formidable.
"Boss Jun." Xuan Yi frowned. "We can't take Muyao at her word, but her suspicion isn't unfounded. This Xiaowu girl isn't what she claims to be."
Feng Xun threw a dirty look at Xuan Yi and said again, stressing each word, "Boss Jun has spoken. Let. Go. Of. Her."
Xuan Yi looked grimly at Feng Wu, but didn't dare disobey Jun Linyuan, even if he was the crown prince's childhood friend.
Thus, he loosened his grip and let go of Feng Wu's hand.
Feng Xun pulled Feng Wu to his side right away and asked anxiously, "Are you alright? Does it hurt?"
