"Fourthly, get one handkerchief of yours and give it to me. You should have a few in your luggage, right?"
Qiao Xuan said as she rolled up her sleeve and checked her arm. After a moment, she put it down and checked the other. She smiled. "You have one black mole close to your left shoulder. I will bear that in mind."
"If you dare to set me up, I will hand over your handkerchief and tell the position of the mole to the hooligans in the town, who may use this information to get you to become their wife. Do you think that they will refuse such an opportunity?"
"As long as someone holds the evidence and says that you and he are in a relationship, do you think that Madame Qiao will defend you or hand you out to the hooligans?"
The more she said, the paler Liu Yan became. When she was done, Liu Yan let out a cry and collapsed on the ground. Her heart was throbbing and she was in such a fright that she could not even get up.
