"Xiao Chiang, no matter what you say, look at these two elders, how terrified they are," Wu Zhiyuan lowered his voice, pointed at Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao, smiled, and said, "If you were locked up, what would they do?"
"I'm thirteen, not old enough to go to prison yet." Although Chiang Xiao didn't think it would come to that, he still said coldly.
"Oh, you know that?" Wu Zhiyuan started laughing again and said, "Then you must not know that our city has a juvenile detention center? Let me tell you, with your behavior, I can have you sent there anytime. Or shall we try another way? I say it was your Grandpa who hit me, and have him go to prison. What do you think about that?"
Chiang Xiao's hand shot out like lightning, pressing quickly against his chest and then retracting just as fast. The speed was so fast that Wu Zhiyuan was somewhat stunned, not realizing what she had done.
