C112 The Battle of Literature
"Ah-!"
Wang Jianting screamed like a pig being slaughtered. He tried to pull his fingers out in a hurry, but he found that his opponent's hands were like pliers, firmly trapping him.
"Don't point your claws at people. Didn't your parents tell you? Also, I'm Xu Ling, not a scumbag! " Xu Ling's calm voice was heard. Although it was calm, it carried a kind of intimidating majesty