Not only did Yu Mengyu feel something was wrong, but even Fang Miao's expression changed.
Was it Lin Chunju who just said those words?
It's a bit too strange.
The hair, hard as iron, pierced into the sofa.
The leather sofa was riddled with holes, its filling scattered everywhere.
Fluttering down onto "Lin Chunju".
She cursed in rapid-fire speech.
"Can you have some environmental awareness? Or at least set up a barrier or something, hey, can't hit me."
"Lin Chunju" tilted her head, and Yu Mengyu's hair swept past her ear, plunging deeply into the wall behind.
Pulled out again, leaving a dense pattern of small holes.
"Your destructive power is kind of weak. Were you planning to create a wall of terror to scare those with trypophobia? Well, you succeeded. It's a bit disgusting though, and I'm not talking about the wall, it's your hair. Can't you tie up your long hair? You look like a ghost, you know?"
"If you keep this up, I won't be polite anymore."
