Feng Ling turned to avoid her hand, her eyes indifferent. "It's just a small wound that was accidentally scratched on the lamp stand. Mr. Li, you don't have to worry about it. Just send me back to New York."
Li Nanheng paused, his hand suspended in mid-air. He looked at her for a moment but did not put his hand down. Instead, he suddenly held her shoulder and pressed her down on the sofa closest to the cabin door. As Feng Ling was about to break free, he pressed her legs down and pressed her shoulders down to stop her from moving. At the same time, he looked back at the ten base members behind him and ordered coldly, "Turn around! Without my order, don't look back!"
"Yes!" The ten embarrassed members of the base quickly turned around.
