Claude fell to the ground, clutching his wrist. He was in so much pain that he wanted to die. He screamed and cursed,""Oh ... Shit ..."
"If you want the other one to break as well," Ji Mianmian said flatly,"you can continue to curse."
"..." Claude's voice stopped abruptly. He was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely. His face was red, but he did not dare to make a sound.
Ji Mianmian's strength just now made it impossible for him to struggle. He was used to alcohol, sex, and smoking marijuana all year round. Although his body was young, it was almost empty. He could not resist Ji Mianmian's strength.
Madam Murong watched coldly. She did not show anything on her face when Ji Mianmian broke Claude's wrist, but a gloating sneer flashed across her eyes. She had long hated her husband's nephew to the core. Unfortunately, she was an elder and her husband did not say anything. As an aunt, she could not say anything.
