Injured Arm

Xia He stared at Liu Jia for a long time. Liu Jia was indeed not lying. The Qian family was not the one who printed the fliers. She had already guessed as much.

"How much do you want?" Xia He asked calmly.

Liu Jia said smugly, "10,000!"

"Why? Does Old Madam Qian need a new heart or a new brain? Why do you need so much money? I won't pay a single cent for her treatment. However, if you're the one doing a brain transplant, I might consider paying for it," Xia He said mockingly.

"You! You! You asshole! How dare you scold me! See if I don't beat you to death today!" Liu Jia could not outtalk Xia He, so she wanted to go forward and hit Xia He. In the blink of an eye, Xia He grabbed Liu Jia's arm and bent her wrist with one quick move.

Liu Jia let out a howl like a pig being slaughtered. Xia He took the chance to twist Liu Jia's entire arm after that. Liu Jia looked like a marionette, with her arm dangling by her side.