"Let go." Fu Han didn't know where she found the strength, but she pulled the staff member from under Luo Qinghe's iron grip, her face cold as she looked at him, "If this is how you seek justice for me, then let's go back."
For a moment, Luo Qinghe's face changed, becoming very ugly, but he quickly controlled his emotions, no longer making any excessive moves.
However, the commotion they caused was too great; many people came to see what was happening. Leading them was a square-faced man wearing glasses. He furrowed his brows at the trio, "You dare make trouble in Jiangshan Gallery, get them, catch them all."
"I have words for you, alone." Luo Qinghe didn't retreat but advanced instead, moving swiftly to the side of the man with glasses.
The two whispered something indiscernible to onlookers, and the complexion of the man with glasses changed dramatically. He sized up Luo Qinghe with his eyes, eventually leading him respectfully inside, leaving Su Cheng and Fu Han waiting there.
