Li Ying stared at her with disbelief, then tentatively reached out her hand and slapped Zhong Qianqian's cheek twice...
Seeing Zhong Qianqian's face instantly darken, and her mouth twisted into a vicious sneer, Li Ying was so frightened that she bowed repeatedly, "Miss... I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Please... please forgive me!"
"Don't want to live anymore? If you don't want to live, I'll have someone chop off your son's limbs first, then throw him into the wilderness to fend for himself!"
"A tender two-year-old child, weasels and such would surely love to eat him!"
A trace of malice flashed in Zhong Qianqian's eyes as she raised her hand.
"Slap!"
The sound of a slap echoed.
A blood-red handprint appeared on Li Ying's face.
Hearing Zhong Qianqian's words, Li Ying knelt by the roadside, wailing miserably, "Miss, I beg you, I... I know I was wrong, please... please spare my son!"
"I beg you, I know I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong!"
