Yan Bingqing frantically tried to get up, but Yun Tianyou lifted his feet slightly and mercilessly stepped on her dislocated wrist.
"Ahhh!" She howled in agony. The pain from her wrist made her break out in a cold sweat.
"You're Yan Bingqing," said the boy. His voice was clearly young, yet his chilly tone could give people the creeps.
She shuddered.
"Who are you exactly?"
"You don't need to know who I am."
He took his time with his words. "I'm only here to take back some things on behalf of my mommy."
"What do you mean?"
She was baffled for a moment.
Suddenly, the child raised his voice. "Pick her up!"
"Yes!"
The two men in suits immediately stepped forward and held her up.
She could only feel her legs give way.
The scene in front of her was just too bizarre.
A group of imposing men, clad in suits and clearly well-trained in combat, was actually at the behest of such a young child!
