"Going on and on about a man's dignity and grace, yet you'd lay your hands on a girl. You've really opened my eyes."
Lin Mu gripped Su Ming's wrist. His tone was even, but his words left the crowd astonished.
"You... let go!"
Su Ming's face flushed red. Rendered speechless by Lin Mu's remark, he struggled to pull his hand away, but Lin Mu's strength was immense—far too much for a pampered man like him to resist.
"Lin Mu, what do you think you're doing? Let go of Doctor Su this instant!" Liping pointed at Lin Mu and snapped.
Lin Mu glanced indifferently at Liping. "If you don't want to die, put that finger down."
Although Lin Mu's voice was calm, a sudden, cold, and domineering aura emanated from him. The sharp glint in his eyes sent a shiver down Liping's spine, and she involuntarily lowered her hand.
Feeling embarrassed by her own reaction, Liping said, red-faced with anger, "If you dare hit Doctor Su, you won't like the consequences."
"Is that so?"
