Yan Qingsi's eyes were going increasingly red with the glint of bloodlust getting stronger. She gave a deathly stare at Yan Mingzhu's hair, wanting badly to tear her entire scalp off with it.
Yan Qingsi said slowly. "I regret...leaving you alive back then."
Why did she not kill her? Why did she not end her life? If she did it back then, then all the incidents on this day would not have happened. Mrs. Yue would not be hurt trying to save her.
"You should have died long ago!" Yan Qingsi muttered.
She suddenly grabbed Yan Mingzhu's head and slammed her head forcefully on the floor. She was very strong. Her expression was calm and collected, but her actions were horrifyingly violent.
The floor surface of the hotel entrance lined with extremely hard marble tiles. Yan Mingzhu's forehead repeatedly banged against the floor, causing her to cry out in pain.
