The sound of painful yet restrained sobbing faintly came through.
Jun Ning leaned on the window to take a look.
She saw that Jun Yang, still unsatisfied after punching and kicking the little beggar, stepped on the beggar's hair and taunted her, "Kneel down and bow to me three times, then call me grandpa, and I'll let you go."
Jun Ning thought to herself, "The same old trick, isn't there anything new?"
Would the little beggar give in?
The little beggar was also a person with backbone; not only did she refuse to yield to Jun Yang's tyranny, she mustered all her strength and spat in Jun Yang's face.
"Dream on."
"I would rather die than call you grandpa."
The little beggar spoke through gritted teeth, her sapphire eyes glistening with determination.
"You..." Jun Yang was livid, having been spat at, "You want to die."
Jun Yang, relying on her strong physique, began to punch and kick the frail little beggar again, causing the beggar to vomit blood.
