Qin Yu raised his hand and pointed at Old Sun, his face full of disappointment as he said, "Xin'er, Old Sun doesn't have enough strength to break Zhang Hao'an's fingers, and he can't bear to cook Zhang Hao'an's fingers before twisting them off."
Upon hearing this, Lin Haixin's eyes lit up, and she giggled, "Husband, my strength is also too weak, I can't break his fingers either."
"So?" Qin Yu smiled slightly. Could Lin Haixin really lack the strength? This mischievous girl, she understood what he meant!
"Could you trouble my husband to give Xin'er a torch?" Lin Haixin smiled sweetly.
"There's no need for a torch or anything like that, just use a lighter instead." With a click, Qin Yu lit the lighter and handed it to Lin Haixin.
Lin Haixin took the lighter with a smile, her eyes malevolently fixed on Zhang Hao'an.
Zhang Hao'an finally started to panic! Dammit, having his fingers broken he could still endure, since they could potentially be reattached!
