Was it possible that this girl really didn't fear him or his family?
But Lu Qing had no time to ponder the matter any further. He could feel his life seeping away from his body.
Then, all of a sudden…
"Ah!" Lu Qing screamed inwardly.
His body jolted as a sharp pain shoot up from his hand to his arm. Yao Tang had broken one of his fingers, bending it backward at a ninety-degree angle.
Lu Qing wanted to howl in agony, but he couldn't.
In fact, he wasn't capable of making any sound except for some muffled whimpers.
Belatedly, he realized that the hand she had targeted was the one he had used to handle the knife earlier.
She was sending him a message not to try and touch her again.
Bang! Yao Tang threw Lu Qing forward like he was nothing more than a toy, while he fell like a sack of potatoes on the sofa.
