"Ah! Ah! My hand... my hand..." The woman's screams suddenly pierced through the air.
Everyone was terrified by the sudden change before their eyes.
The woman's arm was twisted at a strange angle, clearly broken.
And the one who had just forcefully broken the woman's arm was— Wen Muqing!
Ren Chuqing looked at the man approaching her in a daze, feeling a chill in her heart.
The little boy who used to need her protection had, at some point, become someone who could twist off another person's arm without even furrowing his brow!
Moreover, his cruelty was likely far from over.
"You don't need to take what that woman said to heart. In the future, no one like her will be allowed to spout nonsense in front of you!" Wen Muqing said, casting a seemingly casual glance at the salon manager who had come with him.
The other party quickly stammered, "Yes, yes, I'll handle this matter well. I'm really sorry for letting such a person dirty Miss's ears!"
