Qin Yiling's whip movement and strength were incomparable to Xiao Baozhu's embroidered pillow. It was good-looking but useless. The whip was soft and only looked scary.
At least to Qin Yiling, it was not a threat at all.
"Don't give me that. Don't you know who your father is? How dare you ask me if you're stupid!”
Xiao Baozhu let out a painful sigh, but she still forced herself to say those harsh words.
"Let me tell you, my father is Xiao Dafu, the richest man in Anju Town. If you offend us siblings, you've offended my father! Just you wait, my father will definitely teach you a lesson!!”
Qin Yiling pretended to be scared, but her words were the exact opposite. " Aiyo, I'm scared! "
With that, Qin Yiling started to wave the whip in her hand again. Xiao Baozhu was so scared that she kept retreating, afraid that the whip would hit her again.
