Lin Qingsong pulled out his sword and pointed it at the thin man who tried to touch Liu Jiaying's shoulder. He asked coldly," May I know which manor you want to take my Miss to?"
Looking at the sword that was approaching his chest and listening to the voice that sounded like a demon to him, the man was instantly stunned. His face was pale, and sweat was dripping from his forehead. It was as if he had fallen into an ice cave. It was cold, gloomy, and terrifying.
They clearly noticed that the little girl ran into the crowd alone. It didn't seem like she was protected by servants at all.
However, someone suddenly appeared and caught him red-handed. He could not react for a moment.
When his partners saw this scene, they reacted the same way as this man, but the fear on their faces was not as fierce as this man's.
After all, they weren't the ones facing the sword.
