A layer of frost seemed to envelop him, and when he saw Huo Qinglin's hand still gripping Lin Banxia's wrist, his tall figure immediately pressed forward, forcefully pushing Huo Qinglin's hand away. He domineeringly pulled the frightened little woman into his arms.
Lin Banxia only reached Yan Ting's shoulder. Being encircled in his embrace at this moment, she was as petite as a little bird trapped in a cage, unable to move even an inch.
Huo Qinglin's eyes burned with jealousy as he watched Lin Banxia being drawn into Yan Ting's arms like that.
"Big Brother, what's the meaning of this? I was just chatting with Banxia." Huo Qinglin glanced at several bodyguards standing at the doorway along with a few employees who had come upstairs for work. He didn't dare to openly clash with Yan Ting, so he suppressed his anger and spoke jokingly.
But Yan Ting gave him no face at all. His voice rang out, cold beyond measure: "What could you possibly have to discuss with my woman?"
