"Hey, Madam Yang, you have to be true to your conscience when you speak. You still owe me a million, yuan. Why don't you return the money to me before going to jail? Otherwise, you may have to be kept behind bars for a few more years!"
"You nonsense, since when did I owe you a million yuan?"
Everyone watched as Yan Jinyi opened her dainty little handbag and took out a piece of crumpled paper from it. "It's written here in black and white, and I even have a recording as proof. I won't let you renegade unless you let me slap you a hundred times for the sake of the people."
The judge could not help but remind, "This is a courtroom, violence is not permitted."
Yan Jinyi blinked playfully and said, "My apologies, Your Honor, I'm very hot-tempered and I learned some martial arts from Tang Qing, so I'm always looking for people to spar with."
After saying that, she deliberately glanced at Yang Qing provocatively.
