you! Jia 'er!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Suddenly, a familiar scream came from behind.
Zhan Jia 'er turned around when she heard the noise. What she saw was a woman with unkempt hair and a pale face. She was so scared that she had shrunk into the corner.
It was Duan xiuhui!
Disdain flashed in Zhan Jia 'er's eyes. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain on the bottom of her face.
Because she made a disdainful expression, the muscles on her face were pulled, and this small action actually hurt her face as if it was cut by a thousand knives. It hurt so much that she trembled all over and almost couldn't speak.
When she was knocked unconscious, Zhan qingze had already gotten someone to apply a special medicine on Zhan Jia 'er's face.
This drug would keep Zhan Jia 'er's face in a mangled state forever. Even the most advanced plastic surgery would not be able to restore her looks.
