Chi Huan's face was originally resting on the man's chest, her hands unconsciously wrapped around his waist when she heard him speak. She lifted her head from the man's embrace, but before she could say anything, she was pushed back down.
Mo Shiqian's indifferent gaze swept over Bai Song, his tone as calm as still water, "Line up to bow and apologize, and tonight's incident can be considered over. Whether it's a big deal or a small one, that's for you to decide."
The first woman who had spoken couldn't help but ask, "If we don't... you wouldn't... not let us leave, would you?"
His fingers with distinct knuckles stroked the woman's hair as if he were petting an animal, tender yet indifferent, "Those who think they can afford the consequences are free to go, no one will stop you."
The most whispering in the hall was about wanting to know who this man really was.
