"You have no idea how I've survived these past few days. Ah, Sister Chang is really formidable. You don't know, but she has a walking stick, just like an eagle claw, that grips one's wrist so tightly, the more you struggle, the tighter it holds. Luckily, it can't cause any real harm."
As he listened, Xia Zheng nodded and poured her a cup of tea, chuckling, "I'm familiar with that contraption."
As Lin Yuan took the teacup, she didn't realize that her fingers were already unconsciously following Sister Chang's instructions.
Although it was just a slight change, Xia Zheng noticed it and couldn't help but curl his lips slightly. Feeling better, he became more talkative, "That walking stick was originally intended for Sister Chang's self-defense."
Self-defense?