The first thing this man did after standing up was to lift his wrist, which at best could only be regarded as a dislocated joint, shook it, and handed it to Yan Chumiao.

Yan Chumiao glanced at it and said, "Do it yourself."

He shook the intact candied haws in his other hand.

There was still a shameless smile on his face.

"inconvenient."

"Then throw it away."

Seeing that it was impossible for the little girl to come next, Qian Gui sighed inwardly.

After thinking about it, I gathered some internal strength in my hand and directly inserted the candied haws on the stone table, firmly inserting it in.

His free hand touched the injured wrist, and when he exerted force, he heard a click.

The expression on his face didn't change at all, as if he didn't feel anything.

Twisting his wrist, he smiled at Yan Chumiao and winked.

"Miaomiao, are you showing mercy to me?"

He knew that with the little girl's strength, it was not impossible to completely break his wrist, and she could even make it worse.
Chapter completed!