The two of them entered the office and conferred in low voices.
After Chu Shenyu left, Mrs. Chu looked at Zhu Yun, her expression a mixture of self-reproach and guilt. "Thank goodness you're alright. Otherwise, how could I ever explain this to Shen Yu?"
Zhu Yun smiled gently and put her arm around Mrs. Chu's shoulders, whispering, "Mom, it's my fault. I should have told you before... I'm very strong."
As she spoke, she pinched a chopstick between three fingers. With a slight squeeze—CRACK—the sturdy bamboo chopstick snapped in two. There were even faint indentations left behind where her fingers had pressed.
Mrs. Chu stared, her mouth agape.
"Weren't you curious? That brute didn't manage to hurt me at all, so how did he end up with broken arms and legs?" Zhu Yun then picked up a walnut. With a gentle squeeze, the shell crumbled away, revealing the perfectly intact nut inside.
