Yang Xiaoqing watched as the noble sons of the Capital City all bowed respectfully to Qiao Qiqi, and there was even a man like a bloody gourd in front of her. Qiqi remained unfazed, not even raising an eyelid. She quickly sat down and coughed lightly.
Indeed, her skills were still too shallow!
She needed to learn from Qiqi for another ten years!
"Are you Ouyang Yi?" Qiao Qiqi's gaze fell on the man's face in front of her.
"Yes, my name is Ouyang Yi. Yang Xiaochun is my nephew. He made a mistake this time, and I will definitely not let him off! I only hope Miss Qiao can calm down." Ouyang Yi said sincerely.
"He coveted my friend, intending to commit misconduct. If he had succeeded, my friend would probably find it hard to survive. How do you expect me to calm down?" Qiao Qiqi's gaze swept over the man writhing on the ground, beaten badly, her eyes cold.
