The next second, she was thrown to the ground along with her clothes.
Her entire body hit the ground heavily, her back ached, and she finally reacted, widening her eyes and calling out in deep grievance, "Young Master Li?"
The cold-faced man's falcon-like eyes narrowed slightly as he bent down. Suddenly, he reached out a hand and coldly grasped her neck, "Who sent you?"
"Cough, cough." Bai Bairan was caught off guard, her neck grasped, coughing awkwardly a few times. Her eyes changed from expectation to unease, and then from unease to fear, but her mouth remained stubborn, "Young Master Li, I don't know what you're talking about? The Manager sent me, Young Master Si instructed the Manager to have someone bring clothes to you."
"Si Chen could not possibly have sent you." Li Beijue's deep pupils were unfathomable, "He knows what kind of person I am, so he definitely would not have sent you."
