"My mistake, my mistake, it was just a reflex." Luo Qingli forced a smile, trying to protect Mi Lu from Qin Lang's torture. "Whenever someone points their finger at me, I reflexively dislocate their arm."
"So, you're saying it was my fault?" Qin Lang chuckled evilly, "Madam Gu, I find you increasingly amusing."
"You flatter me, I'm not all that interesting." Luo Qingli thought to herself, holding an imaginary knife, slicing viciously at Qin Lang's flesh.
"How can you not be interesting? You're extraordinarily so." Qin Lang laughed even more unrestrainedly. "Tell me, what would you do if I dislocate all the joints in your body?"
"You're joking, Mr. Qin, let me help you reattach your arm! I was too impulsive just now, please forgive my rudeness!" Luo Qingli went over to Qin Lang. Without waiting for his response, she grabbed his hand, and with a sudden force, his wrist was put back in place.
"Madam Gu, you have a great technique!!" Qin Lang said through gritted teeth.
