Chen Qing's heart jumped to his throat. He was worried that Qiao Nian would be injured, and even more worried that she would be disfigured.
However, to Chen Qing's surprise, Qiao Nian had already moved in front of Qiao Shan in the blink of an eye.
Qiao Nian grabbed hold of Qiao Shan's hand. In a burst of strength, Qiao Shan's hand was neatly dislocated with a sharp crack. It was so painful that he couldn't move.
Qiao Shan was in so much pain that he dropped the whip in his hand. His face had gone pale, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Chen Qing, who was standing not far away, heaved a sigh of relief. Only then did he remember how Madam had dealt neatly with everyone at Matriarch Shen's birthday banquet.
Madam was truly a heroine! She was the epitome of the statement: Women aren't inferior to men.
