Luo Baoling was restrained by the butler.
Her left arm was twisted behind her back, her right shoulder was pinned down, and her front was pressed against the wall, rendering her immobile.
Seeing that Luo Baoling couldn't run away, Yuan Li immediately became less anxious.
She approached Luo Baoling with arrogant strides and sneered disdainfully beside her.
On her turf, she still dared to stir up trouble.
"Where's your phone?"
Yuan Li looked down on Luo Baoling with pride, as if she were a fish on a cutting board, ready to be carved up at will.
"..."
Luo Baoling didn't speak; she closed her eyes in anger, pretending not to hear Yuan Li's words.
She was enduring it.
Although she couldn't break free from the butler's grip, her mouth could move, and she very much wanted to spit in Yuan Li's face.
She wanted to disgust her to death!
But the situation was not in her favor at the moment, and acting impulsively without care would only make her suffer more.
