"Liu Hong, tell me, did you earn this money?"
Li Lu shouted arrogantly at Liu Hong.
A slap landed hard on her face.
She didn't know how many times she had been beaten in the past few days.
Li Lu looked in disbelief, rushing in front of her, just after Liu Hong slapped her, unable to believe it was the same Liu Hong who usually let them hit and scold her without daring to talk back.
"You dare hit me? What kind of person are you? You dare hit me? You're a shameless woman sleeping around, yet you dare hit me."
Li Lu wanted to curse more, but Liu Hong didn't wait and slapped her twice again.
On the side, Liu Zhiweng clapped and cheered, "Good job, sister. Hit her hard. Such a disobedient daughter deserves to be beaten to death. Daring to call her own mother by name and curse with such ugly words. If you don't hit her, even heaven won't stand it."
