Li Qiao bowed her head, fiddling with her nails, reluctantly replied, "Madam Xiao makes a fair point, if she could be as Yin and soft as you, perhaps she wouldn't have left problems for later."
Li Qiao returned the double entendre to Ming Dailan.
For a moment, the air was charged with tension.
Ming Dailan covered the corner of her lips with her forefinger and chuckled softly, her beautiful arched eyes brimming with admiration as she nodded at Li Qiao, "My dear girl, you do have some wisdom and brains. But I am puzzled, why would you choose him of all people? Don't you fear that in the dead of night, in the silence, he might pick up the butcher's knife and kill you?"
You see, as a mother, Ming Dailan shamelessly demeaned her son in front of his bodyguards and Li Qiao to the utmost.
Such relentless indoctrination can warp even the strongest mind.
