"Ahhhh!!"
"It's broken!"
"My arm is really broken!"
"Damn, won't you stop?"
"Little fairy, my dear ancestor, ancestor... it really hurts..."
Nan Jiaojiao had crushed one of Han Qi's arms, her grip too strong to contain, and inadvertently dislocated his entire arm.
Han Qi initially still had enough strength to tease her, but when he realized she was serious, he painfully begged for mercy.
But Nan Jiaojiao didn't hold back in the slightest, with a "crack," not knowing which part was broken, he was in so much pain that cold sweat covered his forehead.
"Hey."
Nan Jiaojiao pushed him aside and walked away, leaving behind a voice that sounded half dead.
"Bo Yanching will never want you again."
He wasn't a fool. He had seen earlier how Bo Yanching looked at him, as if he wanted to tear him apart.
Leaning against the wall, his arm limply hanging, Han Qi turned his head back to Nan Jiaojiao and flashed a wide grin: "Did he keep you? Name your price, come with me instead."
