At this moment, his lower body throbbed with pain, and Sheng Jing, who doubted he could ever perform as a man again, dared not brag: "I... I... It was me! I was the slutty one! It was me who provoked my sister-in-law first!"
"Heh..." Bai Cheng'an chuckled lightly, yet that laugh sent a chill down one's spine.
He let go of the man's collar, disgusted, and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his hands. He threw the handkerchief in front of Sheng Jing just when Sheng Jing thought Bai Cheng'an's fury had subsided, suddenly "crack," a bone-breaking pain in his right hand caused him to scream like a slaughtered pig.
"Did this hand touch her?" The man asked coldly, his foot mercilessly stepping on Sheng Jing's right hand wrist.
Sheng Jing watched in horror as his wrist was crushed, tears and snot running together, struggling to make excuses for himself: "No, no..."
In a flash, another "crack" resonated from Sheng Jing's left wrist.
