"I don't have onychomycosis..."
A weak wail came from the floor.
Li Meimei sobbed, lifting her sharp-featured face, which was stamped with a large footprint and streaked with two trails of blood from her nose. She looked utterly pitiful.
"It's all right!" Dean said, wiping the corner of her eye with an understanding look. "Just one hammer blow, and your nail will turn gray-black."
"WAH!"
Li Meimei cried even more miserably!
One could imagine. All that she had experienced today would take a lifetime for this pampered, rich girl—who indulged in perverse games yet had never tasted the harshness of the real world—to heal from.
...
Considering her father's connections—he worked under the newly appointed 'SI Director' Saul—Dean naturally wouldn't actually torture his daughter. It was all just psychological pressure.
