"Wife, give me a business card and I'll explain,"
"Fine, but if I'm not satisfied with your explanation, hmm!"
Su Ziyan took out a very exquisite business card from her bag,
Qin Yu took the card, and with a snap, he tossed the card in front of Liu Man.
"If you want to keep your hand, if you still want to be a fashion designer, then call the number on this card and bark like a dog. As long as you bark, I'll repair your tendons so they're as flexible as they were before they were cut."
Liu Man wrapped her wrist with a handkerchief, looking at Qin Yu with a gaze as cold as ice—the bastard had actually humiliated her like this!
Someday, she would make this bastard pay!
Liu Man fiercely grabbed the business card, instinctively wanting to tear it to shreds!
But her right hand, with the tendons cut, was powerless, and she couldn't tear the card with just her left hand.
Liu Man raised her hand, intending to throw the card away.
