The air became instantly rigid.
Everyone except Shengyin was watching Young Marshal Huangfu with trepidation, fearing that if they weren't careful, they would be the ones to suffer his wrath.
In the midst of all the attention, Huangfu Qi's right arm encircled Shengyin's waist without moving, he bent over, and with his left hand, he scooped her up in a horizontal carry.
Shengyin: ...
"What are you doing?" Shengyin glared at him with her eyes.
"Put me down."
Huangfu Qi turned a deaf ear.
"Young Marshal, this is a forceful abduction of a decent woman!" Shengyin was furious, this man who seemed like a gentleman, how could he act like a hoodlum!
Huangfu Qi halted his steps, looked down, and his lips slightly curled up, "Now, do you know who I am?"
Shengyin was speechless: This man was not only a hoodlum but also petty!
She struggled hard but couldn't break free, tried again, still to no avail.
Alright, they were not on the same level of strength.
