"What if I don’t want to go? You planning to kidnap me?" Ou bei Yao nodded slightly. Qin Miaomiao strode up to him, suddenly raised her arm, and jabbed her elbow fiercely into his chest—bullseye. The pain made him frown. After landing the hit, she clapped her hands and said with a smirk: "Alright, let’s go. Oh, and one more thing—don’t touch my people again. Otherwise, it won’t be something as simple as a shot to the chest." Ou bei Yao froze for a moment, as did his subordinates. Their big boss—hit by a woman? Wait, why does this woman look so familiar? Oh right, wasn’t she the one who hit the boss in the hospital a while back? Damn, she hit the boss and still managed to stand there fully intact. Fierce, absolutely fierce! Little Seventh widened his eyes, staring at Qin Miaomiao like she was a shining star. Young Madam is amazing, standing up for him like that! Then, as he watched Young Madam climb into the man’s car... Without a word, he hurriedly climbed in too, his face full of wariness as he stared at Ou bei Yao. If this guy even thinks of doing anything to Young Madam, hmm, he’d make sure to slice this guy alive with a blade! Qin Miaomiao, on the other hand, was completely calm. She casually settled into a corner and asked Ou bei Yao: "What’s up with your little brother?" "His autism’s gotten worse. Locked himself in his room, refusing to come out." "Wasn’t he doing fine last time? He even called you ’bro,’ didn’t he? Why has he shut himself off again? Did you do something cruel to him?" Ou bei Yao gave a nonchalant grunt and shook his head. "No." Qin Miaomiao sized him up from top to bottom, then pointed at his black-framed glasses: "People wear glasses to look cool or badass, you know, like they’re in the mob or something. But you? You look kind of blind with them." His subordinates: ..... Little Seventh: ....Young Madam, you can’t just speak harsh truths like that, or you might get yourself beaten. "Also, your black outfit with a red tie—it’s hideous. Who styled you? Fire them." "And another thing, slick-backed hairstyles are so out of fashion now. Dressing when you go out? You’ll probably get yourself punched. You know people would say you’re being pretentious, right? Look at your face—it already screams ’big boss.’ Dressing just makes it worse. These days, young women aren’t into big bosses anymore. , you’re really losing street cred. Such a waste of your face." Ou bei Yao stared at her blankly, then calmly instructed, "Bring me the duct tape. Seal her mouth." His subordinates exchanged glances, hesitating. This woman had a skilled fighter sitting beside her—no one dared make a move! Qin Miaomiao clicked her tongue twice. "Ignoring advice can cost you big time. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. By the way, can I ask—does this psychological consultation come at a fee? Considering how well we know each other now, how about one flat rate: a thousand bucks per second? That’s already discounted for you, out of friendship." Ou bei Yao had never encountered such a woman before. He had heard Lu Qing pampered her to the skies—how did he put up with her? No longer able to endure, he said: "Don’t worry. The money will be paid." "Please pay a deposit of twenty grand first." Ou bei Yao suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it at her head, his face expressionless. "You’re noisy. Be quiet." Qin Miaomiao didn’t show the slightest sign of fear, her lips curling into a smirk. "I hate it the most when someone points a gun at me. So..." Ou bei Yao suddenly felt a chill below—the tiny handgun in her hand was aimed at a very vital area! She chuckled lightly and said, "So, tell me: does my head explode first, or do you turn into a eunuch?" His subordinates: Holy crap, is it really going to get this intense? Wasn’t this supposed to just be all talk? Little Seventh: Young Master Lu actually let her have such a dangerous toy? What if she accidentally pulls the trigger?