Yang Zi's expression changed, her eyes coldly glaring at Zhang Wenhui, but she didn't dare to act rashly.
Her skills were hardly worth mentioning compared to Zhang Wenhui's.
Yaoji seemed indifferent to Zhang Wenhui's humiliation of Yang Zi and continued to smile charmingly, saying, "Ksitigarbha, I can work with you, as long as you give me that child, I can agree to any condition you propose."
Zhang Wenhui laughed coldly, saying, "Dream on, I'm not agreeing to any condition you offer."
Yaoji's smile vanished, replaced by anger, as she said, "Ksitigarbha, you're really giving me no face at all."
Zhang Wenhui laughed heartily, saying, "Does a woman like you still need others to give you face?"
Zhang Wenhui's words were harsh, and Yaoji could no longer endure, responding coldly, "Ksitigarbha, are you forcing me to act?"
Zhang Wenhui retorted coldly, "Yaoji, if you want to act, then go ahead."
