Mrs. Li sneered, "Pei Shu'er hates you now. How could she possibly treat you? With how we've treated them, even if she doesn't treat you, no one could say a bad word about it."
Tang Peilin's face was deathly pale, "What should I do?"
He was so afraid of bleeding to death.
Mrs. Li smirked, her eyes full of gloom and hatred.
"Don't be afraid, I heard you can cauterize the wound with a torch to stop the bleeding."
Tang Peilin had heard of it too, but that method was incredibly painful. Yet, the fear of death overpowered all his fears.
Then, throughout the entire group of exiles, all that could be heard was Tang Peilin's pig-like screams of agony.
Mrs. Li only felt satisfaction. Now that Tang Peilin was crippled and limping, it was the perfect time for him to suffer.
She still had to avenge her Qinghua!
After watching the big house's disgrace for a while, the other men turned to thank Pei Shu'er.
