Su Qiangwei froze, her face turning ashen as she swiftly turned around, her pupils deepening, with immense spiritual power instantly attacking the young girl.
"Ah... you can't do this... I'm your own niece..." The young girl struggled to resist, her face already pale as paper, with veins popping on her forehead.
"Do you know how much I hate this face? Why do you still have to make her face like this? You're a disgusting thing. You don't deserve to use her body, get back to the West Continent—" Su Qiangwei glared fiercely at the young girl opposite her, until she completely lost consciousness, passing out on the sofa.
Only then did Su Qiangwei stop her full-force attack, gasping for breath as her fingers caressed her left chest, looking somewhat pale.
Living in luxury for so many years, she had rarely expended spiritual power to control someone like this.
"Go, send her back to the West Continent immediately."
"Yes, madam."
