The Way of Man

"Not responding? You've got some guts!"

Chen Fei muttered to himself, gripping Yu Qiwu's forehead tighter and tighter.

Upon hearing Chen Fei's words, Yu Qiwu was taken aback. He had nodded just now, he had nodded vigorously. He hadn't ignored him at all.

Yu Qiwu opened his mouth wide, trying to speak, but his throat made several futile attempts, finding himself unable to utter a single word. Sensing the increasing pressure on his head, a wave of deathly terror swept through his entire body.

Yu Qiwu struggled desperately, trying to prove his willingness to cooperate. However, all his strength seemed to be under control, and his so-called struggle was nothing but slight trembling of his body.

"Still not speaking? Fine, I'll help you out!"

Chen Fei's voice exploded in Yu Qiwu's ears. Yu Qiwu's cheeks flushed red, moments ago he could nod, but now he couldn't even manage that. All he could do was slowly perceive the tightening palm on his head.