A Tang-suited elder stood there, coldly staring at Li Ming and shouted sternly, "Don't you dare disrespect the two young ladies!"
His forceful shout, along with the sharp aura he exuded, made Li Ming feel as if the other was about to kill him, scaring him into hastily retreating, breaking out in a cold sweat of terror.
Li Ming was so frightened that he couldn't speak and could only nod nervously, signaling that he would never dare to provoke them again.
The Tang-suited elder narrowed his eyes and, with a flick of his sleeve, turned and strode away.
He was a bodyguard arranged by the Jiang Family to protect Jiang Yingxue, usually concealing his movements in the shadows, only emerging when necessary.
"Damn, this is just my rotten luck," Li Ming muttered to himself.
Having had his nose bloodied, Li Ming could only slink back to his seat among the crowd, bow his head to eat his meal without uttering a word.
