Luo Xiaoqiong and the others' lack of tact made Yao Aimei very angry, and she looked at Chuxia: "If you want your husband to be safe and sound, let them out, so we can have a proper chat."
"Threatening me?" Chuxia sat on the chair casually, staring at her, "I'll be blunt with you, I won't talk to you alone. If you think it's unfair, you can call your friends to back you up."
"You..." When had Yao Aimei ever suffered such resentment? Wherever she went, she was always treated with respect, but suddenly encountering these few who could not be reasoned with, she was so angry she couldn't catch her breath.
Seeing her face looking a bit grim, Chuxia continued: "Auntie, I advise you, if your heart is not in good shape, don't get so explosive, it's a big taboo. Honestly, because of this, I don't dare to talk to you alone. If you suddenly fall ill, I wouldn't be able to explain it."
Yao Aimei pressed down her anger and asked in a deep voice: "Do you know who I am?"
