Ever since her rebirth after falling into the Luo River seven years ago, Gu Jiayin never considered herself to be a kind person. She never gave sympathy to those who didn't deserve it.
Therefore, she showed no pity for Qin Yishu, even if the latter had just recovered from a serious illness, even if she was now fallen as low as grass.
Her crocodile skin whip landed on Qin Yishu with 120% of her strength, surpassing even the beatings she gave Ye Zhilin.
Amidst cries of agony, Qin Yishu's meticulously made-up face became a chaotic mess, her exquisite and expensive dress was torn to pieces, and her fair skin split open with wounds.
Each lash was full of hate.
Qin Yishu was like a cruelly tormented wild dog, curled up, holding her head and barking madly, the sound was miserable.
Even so, Gu Jiayin still felt the resentment unresolved. Thinking of Lu Xiya still in a deep sleep, she wished she could torment the Qin Family a thousand times.
