Yan Songnan was in so much pain that he reached out to pull her hair.""Wretched girl, let go of me."
Qingsi might be small, but she bit Yan Songnan's wrist and refused to let go. Yan Songnan was in so much pain that his body was on fire. He felt like his flesh was going to be bitten off by qingsi.
Yan Songnan did not have the strength to care about nie qiuping. He reached out and pulled qingsi's hair. He did not care if she was his daughter or not. He wanted to pull her scalp off.
Nie qiuping's heart ached so much that her eyes turned red. She grabbed a wooden stick from the tree beside the door, raised it, and smashed it on Yan Songnan's body with all her might,""I'm going to kill you. "
Nie qiuping exerted all her strength. The wooden stick in her wrist hit her body, but it was more painful than a fight.
The daughter was biting her wrist, and the mother was hitting her with a stick.
