Song Jia raised her eyebrow and looked at her, her voice sounding annoyed and slightly raspy from pain, "Apologise? To You? Why? For not loving a sick woman like you?"
Fei Yan realized only now what she going to say and her teeth gritted. After she could not tell her from her own mouth now, about what Wu Zhang did to her. All she could do was grit her teeth.
"Don't talk too much you whore!" Fei Yan slapped Song Jia again, making her cheek swell this time. "I think you don't know when to shut this shitty mouth of yours! Let me teach you! Open her legs!"
On Fei Yan's orders, a lackey of Weng Qin immediately stepped forward and cut the ropes that were tied around Song Jia's ankles. Fei Yan didn't even wait for another second and grabbed Song Jia's hair, tugging on it roughly to make her stand on her feet. "Get up!"
