Feng Lin had thrown caution to the wind this time to demonstrate his boldness.
"Feng Lin! You're courting death! How dare you lay a hand on me?"
Chi Jinghong lay on the ground, her eyes full of rage.
"When you make a mistake, you must admit it, and if you don't, you get beaten."
Feng Lin had spotted Jing Hong about to pull out a Thumb Tack with her hand.
He quickly sat on Jing Hong's legs, his hands pressing down on her wrists.
He had planned to control her with one hand only, but Jing Hong's strength was too great.
So Feng Lin turned to Bai Wu, "Come and help me hold her hands."
"Happy to serve."
Bai Wu smiled, squatted in front of Jing Hong, and pressed down on her wrists.
"Feng Lin! Just you touch me and see, I will kill you later!"
Jing Hong's eyes seemed to spit fire.
"Who the hell are you trying to scare?"
Feng Lin punched her on the buttocks.
"You, you, you..."
Jing Hong's eyes almost popped out in fury.
Who had ever dared to touch her this way?
