"Punishment by the law... and I'm supposed to just meekly accept it?" Wu Liangchen leaned back, looking at the earnest woman before him with a bemused expression.
"Are you sure you aren't joking?"
"Of course." Annabelle stared at Wu Liangchen, her voice unwavering.
The smile on Wu Liangchen's face slowly faded. "So... how exactly do you plan on punishing me?"
The atmosphere suddenly grew tense.
Graham felt his palms begin to sweat. He wished he could just turn and run.
After all, he couldn't afford to offend either side.
But just then, to his surprise, Annabelle suddenly smiled.
Her smile was like a melting glacier or a field of flowers bursting into bloom—a beauty so dazzling it was dizzying.
"I know perfectly well that my men and I are no match for you. We couldn't possibly punish you. But don't forget, this is Folangji."
"Oh?" Wu Liangchen raised an eyebrow, listening with keen interest.
"And?"
