Slowly pulling down the sleeve on her right arm, Feng Qingxue spoke coldly: "Comrade Chen Ju is late, she doesn't know the type of person I am. Commander Qi, however, should be very familiar since he lives amongst our troops and surely, he's heard of my reputation. I can stomach anything, except for injustices. Anyone who dares raise a hand against my son, when he is not at fault, should be prepared to lose theirs callously! I, Feng Qingxue, always do what I say!"
"Feng Qingxue, who gave you the audacity to spout insolence in my household!" Chen Ju shrieked.
Feng Qingxue's response was to step forward, closing the gap between them in swift strides. Her abrupt proximity scared Chen Ju into hastily backing away until she could retreat no further, her face a mask of panic.
Feng Qingxue extended her arm to grasp Chen Ju's chin, allowing her no escape.