Zong Qi said, "Peng City isn't exactly peaceful either. If Li Shun and his men go over, I'm afraid they won't be able to keep people in line."
Chen Jiao teased, "There's always a way. Besides, that's at least a year from now. Who knows, maybe my reputation will be even bigger by then? You never know."
Zong Qi's lips curled up slightly. "Are you talking about your reputation on the streets or in show business?"
Chen Jiao said, "In show business, of course. I have no interest in being a mob boss's wife, but we can't let ourselves be pushed around either."
Having a reputation on the streets and being *in* the streets were two different concepts. Chen Jiao preferred to have a reputation for not being someone to mess with. That's just how the world was—the strong prey on the weak.
