Chaton finally came to his senses, stepping forward in defense of his charge.
"Miss, you must do as our princess says and immediately apologize."
Jian Qing glanced at him, the corner of her mouth curling up in derision.
Ah, just like master, just like servant.
Both equally stupid beyond salvation.
"Here are two options for you: one, you leave; two, I call the police."
"Call the police?" The woman seemed to have heard some amusing joke, pushing away the bodyguard standing in front of her. "Yes, please do call them. I would like to see who the police favor after they've seen my face."
"Princess, you can't." Chaton lowered his voice to prevent her in time.
Because they snuck out without permission, a visit to the police station might lead to severe punishment by their Count.
"It's not your place to speak." The woman glared at him, reproachfully.
"Yifei, call the police," Jian Qing didn't want to waste any more time here.
