Rong Wenming found himself missing the days when his daughter was young.
"…You were so small back then, white and clean and the prettiest thing to look at, just like a little fairy from a new year's painting. Which neighbor wasn't jealous? Let me tell you…"
Even as they were being beaten, the three men strangely found themselves distracted by the father and daughter's conversation.
At that moment, their hearts filled with even more sorrow and anger.
At a time like this, were these father and daughter seriously chatting? Were they even human?
Madam Rong was almost done with the beating, so she stopped.
Seeing this, Rong Wenming hurried over to pour her a glass of water, "Drink some water to soothe your throat."
Madam Rong was indeed thirsty.
She drank it all in one gulp and felt much better.
"Mom, you rest for a bit. It's my turn now."
Yanyan's words made the three men, still in pain, reveal expressions of utmost terror: It's not over?
Oh my God!
