She stroked her chin and revealed a smile that Mr. Wu thought surpassed that of a demon: "Let me think, which finger should I start with? How about the right index finger?"
It was clear that Mr. Wu wasn't a tough man, so when Ning Xiaoxian placed Tusk on his well-maintained, womanly white finger and began counting down to three, he straightforwardly gave in.
He walked to the bookshelf that Ning Xiaoxian had just leaned against, knocked three uneven taps on the second row of shelves, then turned a tiger-shaped paperweight. The bookshelf silently split from the middle and slid to both sides, revealing a small door on the wall.
