A voice that was three parts smug and seven parts chilling suddenly rose in the silent carriage, belonging to none other than the long-silent Su Xuan.
Chen Wanqing couldn't help but roll her eyes, thinking to herself, "What a time to show off."
The sleazy man suddenly opened his eyes, realizing it was the "frightened" trash who had kept his eyes shut and dared not look, he didn't take him seriously at all and slapped him across the face, "You piece of trash better scram. If you hand over this beauty to us willingly, you're showing some sense. Otherwise, I'll cripple you right here and now."
The threatening words, combined with the flickering dagger, frightened the surrounding people into retreating again and again. Those trapped behind turned beet red, their breathing became labored, wanting to curse but daring not to make a sound, fearful of drawing the sleazy man's rage onto themselves.
