Cheng Zelin's anger was burning, but he had no place to vent it. He clenched his fists and reached out to pull Jiang Jinshi's arm.
"Damn you, kid! How dare you scold me!"
Lu Yang grabbed his wrist and scowled. She uttered coldly, "You can donate your arm if you don't want it."
As she lowered her eyes, her pupils flashed with a brilliant sharpness, and a cold and intense oppression could be felt.
Cheng Zelin felt a chill down his spine, and his heart was filled with fear.
He remembered that Lu Yang was the easiest to bully. She would always swallow her anger and smile. She was weak and useless.
"Why is she like this now?" he thought.
Just when Cheng Zelin was caught in his thoughts, Lu Yang twisted his wrist. He cried out in agony from the sharp pain.
"Ah! My arm!"
In disgust, Lu Yang let go of his hand. In agony, Cheng Zelin clutched his arm. His face turned vicious from the anguish.
