"You are my Quan family. If you were a member of the Quan family, would you lay a hand on yourself?" I wouldn't leave a single hair of yours untouched.
"Really very naive. It seems that the great Quan doesn't care about the worst-case scenario of not having a coffin that can't see the sky. Look down on me, know nothing—if that's the case, Yin Xiaoming will be a lesson in life for you.
Yin Xiaoying personally took it out, slightly loosened the hair tied upon her head with the silver thread, and reacted with cold laughter on her lips, full of a self-confidence that seemed to stem from nowhere.
"Ah"
A severe pain shot through my head, feeling as though my hair would explode, and Quan Sutian let out a shrill scream.
"How does it feel? As per the Emperor's request, not a single hair of yours was harmed." Yin Sufan asked with a smile, looking at Quan Suxuan's pained expression.
"Dare to mess with me, and I will not let you off." Despite the headache, Quan Sutian threatened Yin Sufan.
