Two guards brought two people over.
One was a stout middle-aged woman with fierce, slanted eyes, while the other was a man in his forties, dressed in tattered clothes, who bowed his head and dared not look at anyone.
The two were brought to the center of the venue. Lianlian glanced at them, quickly lowered her head, wishing she could bury herself deep in the ground.
But the sharp-eyed middle-aged woman spotted her and immediately shouted in a hoarse voice, "Little bitch, I finally found you!"
"You little harlot, you sure have guts to run away! See how I deal with you..."
She cursed coarsely, Jiang Yingying glanced at her.
The woman noticed her luxurious attire and cool demeanor, much like the unattainable snow lotus on a cliff, and realized she was the distinguished person who had sought her out. She immediately shut her mouth and lowered her head in embarrassment.
Jiang Yingying looked at Lianlian, "Do you know these two people?"
