Ye Qianning flicked her finger again.
Sang Zhen cried out and stumbled. As she fell, her hand instinctively shot out and grabbed onto Sang Shu beside her.
"Aaaah..."
Sang Shu shrieked. One after the other, they both fell flat on their faces.
"Hahahahaha," Nanxiang laughed even louder.
A smile played on Ye Qianning's lips. 'They insulted my father. I have no intention of letting them off.' She scampered over on her short legs and, before Sang Shu could get up, plopped down right on her back.
She then generously placed her little foot on the back of Sang Zhen's hand and applied a bit of pressure. A series of unending screams immediately followed.
"Ah… My hand! My hand is going to break!" Sang Zhen tried to pull her hand away but couldn't, nor could she push Ye Qianning off.
Sang Shu was in a worse state. The sudden weight on her back nearly knocked the wind out of her. She gasped for a few breaths. "COUGH, COUGH, COUGH… Ye Qianning, get off this princess!"
