At Qin Zhongyang's command, the steward dared not disobey. He glanced at the young man, who was oblivious to the approaching danger, sighed lightly, took a step back, and waved his hand. Suddenly, four strong bodyguards in black suits emerged from the corners.
Under the steward's gaze, the always unchanged little face of the young man suddenly showed a wicked smile. Without time to react, as the steward sensed something awry, one of the bodyguards went straight up and yanked the swing chair the young man was sitting on, flipping it over forcefully.
Under everyone's eyes, the young man raised a hand to grab one side of the swing chair, forcibly pressing it down. Following the chair's spin direction, she did an aerial turn and landed on the table.
Propping one hand on the table, Bi Xia looked at the four bodyguards and smiled gently. She slowly took off her sunglasses, revealing a flawless, delicate face. Her star-like eyes lifted upward, exuding a cold, wicked aura.
