Rong Wenming found himself missing the days when his daughter was young.
"...You were so small back then, white and clean and the prettiest thing to look at, just like a little fairy from a new year’s painting. Which neighbor wasn’t jealous? Let me tell you..."
Even as they were being beaten, the three men strangely found themselves distracted by the father and daughter’s conversation.
At that moment, their hearts filled with even more sorrow and anger.
At a time like this, were these father and daughter seriously chatting? Were they even human?
Madam Rong was almost done with the beating, so she stopped.
Seeing this, Rong Wenming hurried over to pour her a glass of water, "Drink some water to soothe your throat."
Madam Rong was indeed thirsty.
She drank it all in one gulp and felt much better.
"Mom, you rest for a bit. It’s my turn now."
Yanyan’s words made the three men, still in pain, reveal expressions of utmost terror: It’s not over?
Oh my God!
What kind of demonic household was this?
"Miss, Ancestor... please spare us! We were wrong... If we’ve committed a crime... just send us straight to the police station &"
"Right, we’ll turn ourselves in..."
"...Madam, don’t dirty your hands, let the police punish us..."
All three men begged together; they were close to kneeling before the person in front of them.
Damn it, they were suffering too much.
If they had known this family was so fierce, they would rather have died than come here.
Yanyan stepped right onto the man closest to her, looking down at him from above, "Speak, how did you find our house? Answer me properly, or else..."
The cold smile that curled up at the corner of her mouth under the moonlight was particularly menacing.
She might have a pretty face, but she definitely wasn’t a woman... What kind of woman could be this ruthless and malicious?
Just the way she smashed the stool... they didn’t have that kind of guts.
Wasn’t she afraid she’d kill someone with a single blow?
So, in this day and age, the brutal are afraid of the aggressive, and the aggressive are afraid of those who have nothing to lose.
This woman had nothing to lose; she wasn’t afraid they would lose their lives.
"Are you going to talk?" Yanyan’s foot pressed down a little harder.
The man being stepped on almost cried; what had he done to deserve this? He felt like several of his ribs were about to break.
"...Don’t, don’t step, I’ll, I’ll talk... Someone said your family had money, that there was just an old man, all females, the old are old, the young are young... it seemed so easy to steal from..."
Rong Wenming’s face darkened—what did they mean by ’just an old man’? Was he considered old at his age? Were they even capable of speaking properly?
Madam Rong was also not pleased, but she shouted out, "Who are you calling old?"
Neither of the couple was even fifty.
Old my ass.
The three men shrank a little at this shout.
"Who told you this?" Yanyan was not satisfied with their answers, and she increased the pressure under her foot.
"It was, it was a woman... We just heard it from someone..."
Madam Rong was furious, "What woman? What does she look like? Where does she live?"
"We, we don’t know, we really don’t... "
"Right, we really don’t know because we don’t live in this area..."
Yanyan’s eyes narrowed slightly, "So, what you mean is, that woman lives around here?"
The three men: ...
Did they say that? They clearly had not.
But the man being stepped on felt the pressure on him increase and hastily shouted, "Yes, she must be, that person seemed very familiar with this place, she mentioned some location... That’s why we sneaked over here in the dark..."
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