No matter how spoiled and domineering Jiang Meilin usually was, at the end of the day she was still a pampered rich girl. Even if she loved pretending, loved putting on a show, in front of someone with Jian Yanyan's kind of thug vibe, she was completely unable to perform. She was so scared she didn't dare say another word, just stared blankly at Jian Yanyan.
After finishing speaking to her, Jian Yanyan finally straightened up and looked at Shen Mingfeng.
Everyone had only seen her bend down and say a few words to Jiang Meilin just now. Her tone had been fierce, sure, but her voice wasn't loud, and there was even a faint smile on her face. Of course no one heard what she said; they just saw that expression and thought she was saying something nice to Miss Jiang, and Miss Jiang didn't seem to be talking back anymore either.
Yeah, Jiang Meilin was sitting there in the wheelchair in a daze, not saying a word, because she'd already been completely cowed by Jian Yanyan's thug aura.
