An Ying loosened his grip on Lai Bao, who immediately bent down, trying to pick up the fruit knife on the ground only to have it pinned by a shining, brand-new leather shoe, no matter how much she tugged, she couldn't pull it free.
"You let go."
She looked up, teeth clenched in fury as she roared, but he stood above her like a noble emperor, looking down on her, "With the way you are now, a hundred of you couldn't hurt me."
Having said that, he lifted his long leg and kicked the fruit knife far away, then spoke, "You may go. Come back for your revenge when you're strong enough."
Lan Ling's expression changed, "Sir..."
Before Lan Ling could finish, An Ying had already pulled Lai Bao up and coldly barked at her, "Aren't you leaving?"
