"Clang-"
The dilapidated tea room door was kicked to pieces by evil slaves.
The pock-marked evil slave put his hands on his hips and pointed his thick hands at the slender girl who was squatting on the ground choosing tea: "Su Qinghe! Your aunt said that this teahouse belongs to her, get out!"
Su Qinghe raised his eyes, his eyebrows were gentle, his skin was whiter than snow, and he looked weak.
"The teahouse belongs to my parents, so I won't give it to you."
"Seeking death!"
The pockmarked person raised his hand and slapped her face hard!
The tea guests were so scared that they closed their eyes, feeling that this weak tea lady was going to be maimed.
The next second——
"Crack!"
The screams exploded!
Su Qinghe still squatted on the spot, lightly clasping the evil slave's wrist with one hand, and gently folded it.
The wrist is twisted into a weird angle!
"Ah—my hand!"
He fell to his knees with a pockmarked face, rolling on the ground in pain.
Su Qinghe let go of his hand and wiped his fingertips slowly, his gentle eyes brimming with ice.
"If you continue to make trouble, it won't be your hands that will become useless."
The whole place was dead silent.
No one expected that this soft and cute tea girl who let others bully her would be so ruthless!
At this moment, the bamboo curtain was opened.
The man in black robe stood against the light, handsome and cold, with a breathtaking aura. His eyes were locked on her, and his thin lips parted lightly:
"Shopkeeper, bring me a pot of tea that you brewed yourself."
Su Qinghe paused with his fingertips.
This man's eyes are so scary.
He seemed to see through all her disguises.
