"You detestable guy, if I don't make you kneel and sing 'Conquer' today, then I'm not Wu!" Wu Fangqing walked into the special room with a gloomy face.
Wu Fangqing squinted her eyes as she walked to a cabinet, opening a toolbox filled with various torture tools.
She pulled out a few slender, sharp steel needles, and then walked coldly toward Wang Dadong.
"What are you going to do?" Wang Dadong pretended to be scared.
"You'll know soon enough!" Wu Fangqing wore a wicked smile as she grabbed Wang Dadong's finger and fiercely inserted the steel needle.
Ah!
A scream rang out, but it wasn't Wang Dadong's; it was Wu Fangqing's own.
At this moment, the steel needle was lodged right under Wu Fangqing's fingernail on her index finger. With the finger being so sensitive, the pain almost brought tears to her eyes.
"Oh, Wu Fangqing, are your eyes blind? How did you manage to stick it into your own hand?" Wang Dadong said with a playful smile.
"I, I, I..."
