C386 A Hundred Times

Bo Qian pursed his lower lip. He only let go after Mu Shinian pulled him a few more times.

Then, amidst everyone's screams, he picked up a bottle of wine and knocked it hard on the edge of the table. In the next second, he pressed on the client's wrist and poked it hard.

"Ah!"

The sound of a pig being slaughtered was exceptionally shrill.

Even Mu Shinian was somewhat frightened