"No! No!"
At this moment, Yang Meifeng desperately wanted to get out. She vigorously shook her hands, her face sincere as she said, "I absolutely won't mention this matter to anyone, not even Shan Chuan or Ning'er. I won't say a word!"
Chen Se still shook his head, his arms crossed, his face indifferent, "I've seen too many shrews like you, who make reckless oaths. As soon as they step out, they can't help but cry to their neighbors about how wronged they feel."
In fact, Chen Se wasn't wrong about Yang Meifeng. Given her gossipy nature, it wouldn't take more than a few days before she would mention her experience in the detention room to her card-playing friends.
"Wuu wuu wuu..."
Seeing that Sir and the others showed not the slightest sign of relenting, Yang Meifeng, in her urgency, lay on the table and began to sob loudly.
