Qiao An kicked the gossiping Song Yunchi away with one foot and gave him a white eye, "Song Shao, can't you be less filthy?"
After all, he's someone who feeds on the nation's dime; couldn't his thoughts be a bit more wholesome?
"Well, you know, 'food and sex are human nature'," Song Yunchi was unabashed.
Qiao An snorted, "Aren't you afraid Mu Jingxi will beat you up?"
"Getting beaten up by him in exchange for one of his secrets is worth it!"
"You're really such a masochist."
Qiao An struggled a bit, and the metal handcuffs made a few crisp sounds, "Song Shao, could you help me take these off?"
"Can't do that, Jingxi would beat someone up," Song Yunchi immediately backed away a few steps.
Qiao An: "..."
Closing her eyes, she said, devoid of energy, "I want to rest now, you can go."
"Oh, right." Song Yunchi produced a small brocade box, "Almost forgot the serious business."
Opening her eyes, Qiao An gave him a cold look, "What serious business?"