Mu Wan: "..."
I really don't know... Since childhood, where does Wu Jingjing's sense of superiority come from?
So self-righteous.
She believes she's the Princess, everyone must listen to her, obey her, and can't make her even a little unhappy.
Mu Wan pursed her lips, saying no more, and the next moment, Wu Jingjing directly slammed her high heel hard onto Mu Wan's hand, not satisfied until she pressed with all her might.
"Tsk tsk tsk... The great artist... I wonder how you'll paint in the future after I've destroyed your hands today..."
"Ah..."
Mu Wan's face turned pale as Wu Jingjing suddenly exerted force, trying to pull back her hand, but it was held down firmly by two bodyguards.
With Wu Jingjing's ferocious pressure, almost all her weight was on Mu Wan's left hand, making Mu Wan feel excruciating pain, quickly breaking out in cold sweat, with her forehead drenched.
Jian Ran squinted her phoenix-like eyes, her expression tightening.
This Wu Jingjing is a madwoman.
