"What conditions can I have."
Ye Wen clutched her injured hand, squatted down, and then sat directly next to Rong Yanqiao.
"I just wish she would die; I can't stand her. Why does she have it so good, always protected no matter what she does, while I am so miserable."
In her agitation, she kicked Rong Yanqiao, who was beside her, a few times.
Rong Qingze's hands were trembling.
He clenched his fists tightly, someone beside him gently tugged him, and Rong Qingze glanced back, signaling them to let go of him.
"I'll give you money to leave here and let Rong Yanqiao go."
Ye Wen laughed hysterically, as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke, "Rong Qingze, do you think I'm stupid? After everything I've done today, there's no way you would let me off, or why bring the police with you?"
She was clearly not in her right mind now, the pathological pleasure from the violence led to hallucinations before her eyes.
