The Judicial Heavenly God
"To be a maid for a year, no negotiation, at most half a month."
"You beat me up, making me all bruised and swollen, and you say at most half a month? It should be at least half a year!"
"Half a month!"
"Eight months! If you want to drag it out, let's drag it together. There are people outside this courtyard, I'll call them all in later."
"Di Xin!!"
"Three months!"
Yang Chan almost said these three words with a distorted and furious expression, her stunning face becoming grim.
Di Xin paid no attention, staring at Yang Chan.
"Four months." Yang Chan had to compromise; she had no choice but to obey. With her clothes in Di Xin's hands, she was in a vulnerable position. Moreover, her teleportation technique was not mature enough to be used.
"Nine months," Di Xin impatiently said.
"Six months." Yang Chan gritted her teeth and said, almost biting off each word. She was nearly infuriated; Di Xin was going too far!