As the three of them were wearing long dresses, outsiders couldn't see Lin Qingxi's small movements at all.
"Wanwan, why aren't you moving?"
As she looked into Lin Qingxi's concerned eyes, a trace of cold laughter flashed past Lin Wanwan's eyes.
She wanted to use tricks that were better kept under the table to deal with her?
"Sorry, my shoe strap's open."
Lin Wanwan smiled apologetically, squatted down, and slipped both hands into her skirt. She flipped her wrists and removed the paper clip from beneath.
"Are you done?" Fu Ya asked, appearing behind the two.
Lin Wanwan nodded and inserted the sharp end of the paper clip into Lin Qingxi's instep.
"Ah…"