Qiao Xiaren crossed her arms, looking down at her, like a chilling wind capable of piercing bone: "Ye Qing, as the saying goes, 'He who understands the times is a great man.' I believe you're not an idiot, so there should be no need for me to explain that. I'm generally easy to get along with, but if someone offends me, or recklessly tries to challenge me, I don't mind teaching them what it means to seal their own fate!"
Seeing the instant defeat on Ye Qing's face, Qiao Xiaren turned away, leaving behind only an enigmatic silhouette, a strand of hair curling into a pleasing arc in mid-air.
Ye Qing broke into a cold sweat from fright, collapsing on the floor and struggling to get up. It was only when the ringtone from the phone in her bag sounded that she came back to her senses.
"Did you get the ring?"
The rich and gorgeous voice of a man, but Ye Qing could no longer feel infatuated, her voice was somewhat panicked: "I... she's too terrifying, I can't…"