"No, Boss, I haven't hidden anything, really..." Di Qizhang struggled.
Her slender figure was no match for Boss Shen, and she was quickly kicked to the ground, where he found a crumpled piece of paper on her.
When he spread the paper, the handwriting was so sloppily scribbled that it was ugly, yet the meaning was crystal clear—it was undoubtedly a denunciation letter.
"You little traitor! I feed you well every month, and you dare to report that my goods come from dubious sources? You say I'm skimming your wages?
"I'll make you write, make you write! Will you write now? Will you?!"
Shen He was fuming with rage, punching and kicking Di Qizhang to the ground, slapping her repeatedly.
"Boss, stop hitting me, please, Boss... I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again, mercy, Boss, mercy!"
Di Qizhang was hit so hard she rolled on the ground, her cheeks swelling, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, cries of pain filling the air, incessant screams.
