Without missing a beat, he walked out to the balcony, grabbed Jing Yiren's wrist and dragged her toward the door.
"..." Jing Yiren didn't have time to react. The pain in her wrist made her drop her phone, and before she knew it, she was already outside.
Frowning, she asked, "Uncle... where are you taking me...?"
As soon as Jing Yiren called out to him, Lu Ming's face darkened. He gripped her wrist tighter, causing her to wince from the pain.
Lu Ming dragged Jing Yiren down the stairs, his pace brisk and forceful, making it hard for her to keep up. She stumbled on the stairs a few times, nearly falling down.
She inadvertently knocked over a potted plant next to her. The loud crash startled Butler Wu and the servants in the living room they dared not even breathe.
Upon seeing this, Wu Bo uneasily said, "Mr. Lu..."
Before Butler Wu could finish his sentence, Lu Ming's cold glare silenced him. He lowered his eyes, retreated to one side, and dared not ask any more.
