Chu Zhengming stood there, his face dark, a vein throbbing at his temple. What the hell was she playing at? Chu Mian faced him and sat down, propping one foot on the chair's crossbar. Her posture was casual, almost defiant, yet there was nothing thuggish about her; she still looked impeccably clean and sharp. Her eyes were clear as she raised the megaphone towards him. “Can you hear me clearly now