Pepper Spray (1)

"Wait a moment!"

As she was thinking, an idea flashed in Qiao Yue's mind and she instantly made up her mind. She thought she had a very strong aura as she gave a loud order and disappeared from Chi Wei's sight like the wind.

When Qiao Yue reappeared, she had a bottle of pepper spray and a nunchaku in her hand.

Chi Wei was speechless.

Qiao Yue did not think that there was anything wrong with her arrangement. On the contrary, the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became. Seeing her daughter's confused expression, she quickly explained,"This is pepper spray. If a bad boy tries to approach you, spray him!"

"This is a nunchaku. If someone wants to touch you, use this stick to beat him up. I guarantee that he will be beaten until he pisses his pants!"

“..”

Chi Weiji's lips twitched imperceptibly. She once again had a new understanding of her mother's intelligence.