Luo Qingtong raised her hand and gently stroked the Little Silver Fox in her arms, soothing its mood, then looked coldly at Ouyang Shao before her and said, "Is that so?"
"Then I'll also give you two choices."
"First…"
With a face of utter calm and nonchalance, Luo Qingtong said, "You and her, kneel on the ground and beg me for mercy. Maybe I can consider letting bygones be bygones."
"Second, the two of you, each chop off one hand for me!"
"How about it?"
Luo Qingtong looked at Ouyang Shao and Feng Yuan opposite her with a faint smile as she spoke.
"Presumptuous!"
Ouyang Shao's face darkened in fury.
From a condescending height he had offered Luo Qingtong a choice, originally thinking she would take the easy way out, hand back that little fox directly, and apologize to Feng Yuan.
He never expected that she would use the exact same words to throw it back in his face!
This Ye Jiu was simply far too insolent!
