"Xiaoshan, is he talking about us?"
Zhuang Xiaoxiao, who had become as skittish as a frightened bird, clung to Wu Xiaoshan's arm in terror when she heard the urgent shouting behind them.
Feeling the softness of her grip on his arm, Wu Xiaoshan patted her shoulder and offered a reassuring word.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen with me here."
"You three, stop right there."
The man in the suit quickly ran in front of Wu Xiaoshan and pointed at them, yelling loudly.
Seeing this, several security guards at the entrance immediately approached with batons in hand.
"Was it that old man who sent you?"
Wu Xiaoshan could guess what was happening based on the situation.
Damn it, the Young Master doesn't want to know you, and yet you're relentless.
"Open these two suitcases, I want to inspect the contents,"
the man in the suit commanded without responding to Wu Xiaoshan's question, pointing at the two leather suitcases in Zhuang Xiaoxiao and Miao Miao's hands.
