Aunt Yun's expression changed, and she looked at Ning Yazhi's pale face with distress.
Liangliang slapped her with all her strength, and a clear red mark suddenly appeared on Ning Yazhi's face. It was not that she couldn't avoid this slap, nor could she fight back.
However, she didn't want to anger Mu Chengfeng.
He was a moody person with such a deep character that no one could see through it. Ning Yazhi was worried that if she said something ugly to his window mate in front of him, he didn't know what kind of means he would use to retaliate against him, so he suffered the consequences.
Liang Liang slapped him angrily.
There was nothing strange about Mu Chengfeng's expression. His eyes were as deep as the sea, and it was difficult to see any emotion.
However, he put down his knife and fork and asked calmly: "Have you had enough trouble?"
In an instant, his gaze fell on Ning Yazhi's face as sharply as a blade.
Liang Liang was happy, thinking that he would help her to deal with Ning Yazhi, so she walked to Mu Chengfeng's side, hugged his arm and said coquettishly: "Look at me, my hand hurts."
"Really? Does it really hurt?" His tone sounded slightly distressed.
Only Nuo An knew him best, and the young master had murderous intentions again.
"Well, it really hurts." A weak and pitiful expression appeared on Liang Liang's face. She was convinced that this expression would definitely make any hard-hearted man's heart flutter.
But the next moment, her expression disappeared and was replaced by a twisted expression: "Chengfeng, what's wrong with you? Let me go, it hurts!"
Mu Chengfeng grabbed her hand, and her hand twisted. Of course, the pain was unbearable. He smiled softly: "Isn't it painful? If you cut it off, it shouldn't hurt too much."
After hearing what he said, Liangliang's face turned pale with fright, "Cheng...Chengfeng, you can't joke, wouldn't it hurt more if you cut it?"
By the end of her speech, she was in too much pain to speak.
Only the sound of breaking bones was heard, and her hand had been broken by him.
Except for Ning Yazhi, everyone's expression remained unchanged. It seemed that it was not because they saw Mu Chengfeng lynching someone once. Ning Yazhi was so frightened that her face turned pale and she was speechless.
He was so cruel that he broke Liang Liang's hand without saying a word.
Looking at Liang Liang howling in pain, I felt a chill on my back. This man was really as scary as a devil. In his eyes, human life seemed to be worth less than an ant.
However, she didn't sympathize with Liangliang at all, and even felt a sense of relief from her hatred.
Of course, Ning Yazhi will not forget that Liangliang's behavior of letting her walk to the city alone in the storm is no different from Mu Chengfeng's current atrocities.
Mu Chengfeng didn't even look at Liang Liang, who was howling, and said calmly: "I heard that it won't hurt when you die. Do you want to try it?!"
After hearing this, Liangliang was so frightened that she didn't even dare to fart. She just bit her lip, breaking out in cold sweat from the pain. She was trembling all over, and her eyes were full of fear, as if she was seeing a devil.
She didn't understand what she had done wrong, let alone what Mu Chengfeng meant, and he broke her hand without even warning!
Mu Chengfeng said: "Ning Yazhi is mine. No one can touch her except me."
Liangliang was horrified and ignored the pain. She knelt on the ground and begged him: "Mr. Mu...Mr. Mu, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have beaten you. It was my fault. Please let me go and don't kill me, okay?"
, I know I was wrong.”
She was so frightened that she burst into tears. Her makeup had worn off and she looked like a clown, which was ridiculous.