The young boy flew into a rage and, without another word, swung his horsewhip at Ji Huan.
Ji Huan had no time to dodge. Fearing the whip's tail would strike Dabao, she ignored her own safety, braced herself, and shot out a hand to grab it.
The whip was swung with vicious force. The instant Ji Huan caught it, her entire arm went numb.
Fortunately, the boy was young and had lived a pampered life, so his strength was limited. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Enduring the pain, Ji Huan demanded, "Whose child are you? Galloping through the streets and hurting people in public—who taught you such manners? Where are your parents?"
The boy was already fuming that he hadn't landed the blow. He tried to yank the horsewhip back, but Ji Huan gripped it with both hands and refused to let go.
The boy sputtered in a rage, "It's none of your business! Let go! Or else, I'll..."
"Young Master! Young Master!" came several shouts from the edge of the crowd.
