"No, no, what are you doing?"
Lv Ping felt like she was going crazy, the man in front of her was actually going to harm her daughter.
She rushed up again, but was kicked to the ground by Qinghu, unable to stand up, her abdomen ached as if her internal organs had been kicked out of place.
Jiajia kept crying, she was just a little child, scared out of her wits at the moment.
"No, she's only thirteen, she's just a child!"
Lv Ping forced herself to stand up, grabbed the ashtray on the table, and swung it toward Qinghu's head.
Qinghu didn't dodge, letting the ashtray smash onto his forehead.
Bam.
The ashtray shattered, but Qinghu was unscathed.
Lv Ping was dumbfounded, is this man's head made of iron?
Qinghu turned back, a greedy smile on his face, grabbed Lv Ping's throat, lifted her, and threw her onto the couch, saying, "I like fierce women, since that's the case, don't expect me to spare you."
