Gu Lan hasn't killed anyone in a long time.
So, she indulged in the thrill of slaughtering pigs.
No one could step forward to stop her. Rong Qijun initially delayed in screaming miserably, but within seconds, he was knocked out and then forcibly beaten awake by her.
Heart, jawbone, ear root, lower ribs—Gu Lan struck wherever it hurt.
As long as he wasn't dead, she hit him fiercely.
She even found time to think that in a few days she would custom-make some studded gloves, made of gold.
——This way, hitting people would hurt more and it fits her wealthy status.
While beating, she also talked to Rong Qijun.
Her cheerful and bright voice seemed like a demonic sound in Rong Qijun's ear:
"Do you know who Rong Heng is? He's your fifth uncle!"
"Do you know who I am? I am your father."
The young girl didn't care if Rong Qijun could hear, her red lips moved slightly, speaking with conviction, punctuating words with punches.
"Why aren't you speaking?"
