An Yiqing didn't say anything, but looked at Duan Ziqing with a teasing smile, as she tightened her grip slightly.
"Ouch, you little girl are really strong, aren't you?! Didn't I just barely touch you? Whose little girl is this? What did you eat to grow so strong?" Duan Ziqing gasped in pain, but his mouth remained cheeky.
An Yiqing's lips twitched, and she tightened her grip once more, twisting Duan Ziqing's wrist like a pretzel, then lifted her leg to kick him in the butt.
"You don't need to worry about what I ate, but if your mouth and hands act up again, I guarantee you won't need to eat again in the future."
Duan Ziqing, kicked to the cold ground by An Yiqing, groaned as he got up, clutching his arm in pain, looking at An Yiqing as if she were a monster.
"Old man, where did you find this strange girl?!" Duan Ziqing glared at An Yiqing, as if trying to stare a hole through her.
