Qiao Mo struggled desperately, trying to break free from his embrace.
But Fu Nancheng firmly restrained her waist, clasping her wrist like an iron vise, allowing no escape.
Qiao Mo looked at Jing Hao on the ground, her reddened eyes filling with a mist of tears: "Let me go... let me go! Bastard! Scumbag!"
Qiao Mo struggled like a madwoman, trying to break free from his large hands.
There was an even colder chill in his eyes, a trace of cruelty, and he chuckled lightly: "Feeling sorry?"
Her heart constricted at his words, as he slightly parted his lips: "Continue."
As soon as he spoke, Fifteen did not stop but instead struck again, kicking Jiang Jinghao repeatedly on his body and head.
Soon, they saw him curl up in pain.
Yan Yiheng held a cigarette, one leg slightly bent, leaning against the wall on one side, watching coldly with indifferent eyes, showing no intention of stopping what was happening.
