Jiang Yao paused, then gave Xiao Chu a thumbs up, "You're really something, daring to mutter about President Fu like that."
Although she hadn't used it yet, she definitely needed to protect her man's reputation. Hearing what Xiao Chu said, Wen Qiao immediately retorted in a frantic shout, "Of course, my man is exceptionally talented, his timing and technique are both incredibly awesome."
"..."
The room fell silent as a graveyard.
Jiang Yao rubbed her temple with a headache, what kind of artist and assistant had she brought with her?
Others were racing cars, and here they were, playing with speed racing.
Wen Qiao also realized what she had just said and, in a mix of despair and anger, covered her beet-red cheeks.
Oh, heavens, Shakyamuni, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Jade Emperor, please save her, what shameful things had she just blurted out.
Talking about good techniques and long duration, she hadn't even had the chance to use them.
"Well, that's pretty good."
