The eye-catching boy turned around, and hence, the men clustered around him did too.
Upon seeing Xia Ling being surrounded, Li Lei's brow furrowed, and he did a hand signal. On this command, the crowd of tall men stopped laughing and quickly resumed their professionality and got into position. What seemed like a crowd that one could easily breeze through immediately became an iron wall of sorts, and a vague sense of lethality buzzed in the air.
The hold that the two bodyguards had on Xia Ling tightened.
The atmosphere turned into silence.
There was a pause before Li Lei chuckled. "What is Imperial Entertainment's Mr. Pei doing with my artiste?"
Pei Ziheng looked serious. "Li Lei, this is a private matter."
