"This is what you get," Zhong Nianyao looked at Ma Qin, who was still gasping for breath on the ground, the coldness in her eyes was unmistakably clear. "In the future, mind your tongue, or better yet, don't speak at all."
Lifting her head, Ma Qin looked at Zhong Nianyao with unabated hatred in her eyes. "You clearly have such abilities, so why won't you help us? What's your relationship with these people anyway? What makes you so dedicated to them?"
Though her words were not explicit, everyone here was an adult and could naturally read between the lines. Wasn't she implying that Zhong Nianyao had an improper relationship with this group of people?
Zhou Yifu and his companions' faces changed drastically, and they clenched their weapons involuntarily, looking as though they were ready to attack at any moment.
