"Pei Ge, I have truly… waited a long time for you."
Qiao Jingyun smiled at her. Her gaze was filled with viciousness and mockery.
This woman is finally in my hands.
Even if I must take a step in hell, I will drag her in it with me!
Pei Ge felt the hard and cold touch of a gun on her forehead, but she did not panic at all.
She merely continued looking at the boy, who was tied to the chair and whose body was riddled with wounds.
"Ping An…"
She involuntarily balled up her fists as her eyes blazed with anger.
Her anger seemed capable of burning a person whole.
"How could you do this?! Even if you hate me, this child is innocent! How could you be so cruel?!"
She could not help bellowing at her.
Alas, the latter merely laughed aloud in reply.
"Do you think everyone is as silly and kind as you?"
The latter looked at the former mockingly, feeling even more furious inside.
