Then, without saying a word, she rested for a while, stretched out her leg, hooked a wooden stool on the side of the bed, and slammed it down with her palm.
‘呯!’
His palm hit the wooden bench, making a muffled sound.
If it was in the past, with her strength, this palm would not only shatter the wooden bench, but also create a big hole in the ship.
But now that her strength had weakened, the chair only made a thud when her palm landed.
The force bounced back, causing her palms and arms to ache.
A few women who were drinking soup heard the commotion and were shocked. Their hands trembled and the bowls they were holding almost fell.
'Whoosh!'
When song Qing realized that he couldn't break the stool, he simply lifted it up and slammed it down to the ground.
'Dong-'
The boathouse suffered a heavy blow, and a deep mark was left on the wooden board after being hit by the stool.
