Chen Jiao looked up at Yuan Sheng. "I'm free. I just don't know if you all still have the guts to be in the same room as me."
Things were fine before she spoke. The moment she did, the legs of the lackeys behind Yuan Sheng began to tremble. Zhang Ping dropped to the ground with a THUD. He shuffled forward two steps on his knees until he was in front of Chen Jiao, his fat hands instinctively reaching to grab her legs.
Chen Jiao shot him a sideways glance and snorted. "Hm?"
Zhang Ping instantly retracted his hands in embarrassment. "Miss Chen, Ma'am! I'm begging you, please have mercy and spare my life!"
Chen Jiao's eyes widened. "Ma'am?"
Zhang Ping immediately corrected himself. "Boss's wife! Boss's wife! I misspoke, please spare my life, Boss's wife!"
Chen Jiao frowned. 'That doesn't sound any better. "Boss's wife" implies a "boss." Am I supposed to conjure up a "boss" for them now?'
Tan You, sensing her thoughts, let out a soft chuckle. "Focus on the matter at hand."
