"Who are you? You came to Qian's house to steal things." The man in the lead looked at Mo Ling and said coldly.
Some of the male servants behind the man did not move, waiting for the man to give orders.
Mo Ling glanced at the people surrounding her. If she hadn't been walking a little slower because she was in a bad mood, she was sure that they wouldn't even be able to see her shadow.
Her eyes returned to the leading man. Judging from his appearance, he should be a manager or something, but she was not in the mood to abandon him.
Stealing something? It’s funny. Does she have something in her hand? No, besides, she, Mo Ling, doesn’t like the things belonging to their Qian family.[
Therefore, the footsteps continued to walk.
"It's not that easy to leave," the leading man said coldly.
"Do you think you can keep me?" Mo Ling looked at them contemptuously. Her martial arts skills were not very good, but her escape skills were not inferior at all.
"Go ahead, catch him." The leading man gave the order and stopped trembling from her.
All the people immediately rushed to catch her.
Damn it, she didn't want to do it, they forced her to do it.
She glanced around, then glanced at Xia Houyan who was looking at them outside the door. She couldn't help but squint her eyes tightly, pursed her mouth tightly, and glanced coldly at the person rushing towards her.
It's not that easy to catch her Mo Ling.
After a few rounds, Mo Ling repelled the servants who rushed towards her one by one.
But there seems to be someone who has never done anything from beginning to end. What is the origin of that man who took the lead?
Just when she thought this, she saw the man sweeping towards her with a sinister wind, and he also swept over, forcing her to be a little unable to resist. She had just escaped the man's palm, but she had no choice but to receive his other palm, and she was about to be beaten.
Hit, but unable to resist.
Before the palm could reach, the person was pulled over by a force and fell into someone's arms.
Xia Houyan pulled Mo Ling over in time and repeled the man's palm with one palm. When the man came to his senses, he suddenly flew out of the wall with Mo Ling in his arms.
The man did not chase him out, because the man who just took his hand gave him a cold look, and even he could feel the coldness coming from him, which made him stop abruptly.
He glanced at the two figures flying by on the wall, then turned around and walked back into the room.