Seeing this, Tu Anliang stopped what he was doing and with his fingertips poked Li Qiao's hand, smirked, and said, "My beauty, suddenly grabbing my hand, are you trying to beg for mercy... Ah!!!"
Two fingers, broken at the base.
Tu Anliang had no time to prepare, and his fingers were forcefully snapped in the opposite direction by Li Qiao.
The pain that radiates from the fingers to the heart was unbearable, even for a hardened thug like him.
Tu Anliang blanked out, with beads of sweat the size of soybeans forming instantly on his forehead, as he retreated repeatedly while holding his hand.
Glancing back at Li Qiao, who was disdainfully grabbing tissues from the coffee table, she kept wiping her palm.
In his life of arrogance, Tu Anliang had never been punished like this.
His eyes bloodshot, he sat on the sofa clutching his hand, his gaze at Li Qiao as if he wanted to flay her, "Fuck... you..."
He couldn't even complete a sentence of cursing, because the pain was too intense.
