Song Qinghuan twisted her hand fiercely, leaned into her ear, and warned murderously, "Zhan Jie, I'm telling you, if you dare harm my daughter, I'll kill you! I will for sure!!"
"Good, kill me then, why don't you do it now, " Zhan Jie, leaning against the car, screamed back at Song Qinghuan.
Word by word, she said chillingly and fiercely, "Song Qinghuan, I'm telling you, when Shi Yuhuan used and discarded me, my heart was already dead. My living is nothing more than a walking corpse. If you want to kill me, do it now. If you kill me now, you'll never find your daughter. As I said before, your daughter will be raised by drug-addicted prostitutes. Then they will have her grow up addicted to drugs and become a prostitute, with people poking her backbone and cursing her daily, and letting her sleep with a thousand men!"
