The wooden stick came down fiercely and rapidly, wielded with the full strength of a big man.
If it hit Qin Xin's head, it would surely have burst.
However.
With one hand holding a box of mint seedlings and the other holding a basket of biscuits, Qin Xin raised the hand holding the basket of biscuits at the last moment and grabbed the stick.
In the next second.
"Crack——!"
She snapped the stick in half.
Wu Zhiming was left holding the remaining half of the stick, shaking his arm in pain, dumbfounded: "You... you..."
Qin Xin glanced back lightly: "So what if I am?"
Wu Zhiming looked her up and down, resolutely saying: "You're a robot!"
Then, his eyes lit up as he stared at Qin Xin's arm: "Quick, tell me, who customized your steel right arm? It's installed so well, but mine failed..."
Wu Zhiming shook his other half-mangled arm, grinning in frustration.
