Manager Yan's face was pale, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
The pain he had just suffered felt like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, almost taking his life.
"I really don't know, I was just following orders," Manager Yan gritted his teeth and said.
"Is that so?" Shen Ruoxi's eyes were as cold as ice. "How did it feel just now?"
Manager Yan's heart trembled, but he still gritted his teeth and remained silent.
"You're quite stubborn," Shen Ruoxi sneered, taking three slender silver needles from her sleeve. "But you should know what kind of person my master is. The pain you felt was just the beginning; the suffering to come is something you'll never want to experience again in your life. Are you really not going to talk?"
Manager Yan's face turned even paler, yet he still maintained his silence.
