As soon as their hands touched, Tang Shaofeng secretly grinned to himself, for he felt that Jiang Xiaobai's hand was soft and weak. In his mind, soft hands lacked significant strength, but when he began to exert his force, he realized he was wrong.
Jiang Xiaobai's hand, soft as dough, suddenly exerted strength, firmly grasping Tang Shaofeng's hand, which was hardened by years of martial arts training. The overwhelming force felt like a tidal wave, and Tang Shaofeng thought his bones were about to break. The pain made him grimace, yet he couldn't make a sound. It was an excruciating feeling indeed.
To outsiders, however, the two seemed to have hit it off, warmly holding hands, neither willing to let go.
"Ahem." Yulin coughed twice and said, "Tang Shaofeng, what brings you here?"
Jiang Xiaobai released his hand, leaving Tang Shaofeng's right hand both red and swollen. To keep Yulin from noticing, he stuffed his swollen hand into his pocket, still trying to act cool.
