"Let go...let me go." Yang Xiang's face reddened as she raised her foot to kick Jian Qing.
Jian Qing's eyes became colder, and the hand gripping her neck tightened fiercely.
"Cough—"
Choked, Yang Xiang's raised leg fell weakly.
"Good girl!"
The man's deep rich voice sounded softly, his large hand encircling her waist to pull her back.
Jian Qing let go, tilting her head to look at the man next to her, her delicate face showing some puzzlement.
Quan Jingwu's thin lips parted lightly, "Striking her would soil your hands."
"But I hate what she said." Jian Qing replied.
He lightly touched her nose, his pampering tone unrestricted, "Then punish her by locking her up for a lifetime."
Jian Qing narrowed her eyes, her lips curling.
"Alright."
Yang Xiang stumbled to the ground. Upon hearing Quan Jingwu's words, she sprang up, "I don't want to, I don't want to go to jail."
