Ye Qianming subconsciously protected Luo Qingtong, guarding her secret.
This woman, the wonder of her, all her beauty, as long as he knew that was enough.
No one else needed to know!
"Miss!"
"Boss!"
Seeing Luo Qingtong surrounded by that wall of light, everyone didn't realize it was Ye Qianming who had set it up to protect her; they thought she was under attack and instinctively wanted to rush to her aid, only to be stopped by Ye Qianming's shout.
"Your Miss is alright! Don't add to the chaos."
Ye Qianming didn't know if there were any taboos in using this skill by Luo Qingtong, but for safety's sake, he would let no one disturb her.
The man's voice was cold, his figure suspended in midair, exuding an invisible and oppressive aura.
Almost instantly, everyone was suppressed in place, completely without the strength to resist.
The Little Tyrant Yuan and others were outright pinned down.
