Qi Jiaoqiao looked at the purple sandalwood table in front of her, a bit puzzled: "Does the Prince want me, a commoner girl, to lift this table?"
An Yiqi shook his head and said: "No, I want you to smash it."
Qi Jiaoqiao's fist was already clenched, with anger in her heart. Upon hearing An Yiqi's words, she released her fury without any reservation and slammed her fist heavily on the purple sandalwood table. In an instant, the table, as though overwhelmed by a ton of weight, shattered with a crash, splintering into pieces.
This strength...
An Jing and Xiao Changyi were both somewhat surprised.
An Yiqi was even more astonished.
Du Aya and Qi Gaoda were already used to it and didn't feel anything at all.
"No wonder you fractured Lin'er's bones," An Jing then turned to Du Aya and said with a smile, "A Ya, she must have inherited this from you."
Du Aya just gave a couple of dry laughs.
