Looking at the venomous expression on Madam Song's face, Song Yuancheng gave her a tight slap and knocked out her teeth. However, she no longer had the strength to cry out in pain.
Song Yuancheng smiled and said, "You still want to wait for your son to save you, don't you? Don't even think about it. After I'm done with you, I'll take care of your children one by one!"
Madam Song's already dispirited face looked at him with fear.
Song Yuancheng sneered, "Who knows if I'll plant all the remaining sons of a fickle sl*t like you! Don't worry, after you all die, I'll marry another wife and give birth to my own son."
The more he saw Madam Song's frightened look, the more excited Song Yuancheng became. When it was finally over, he ordered Zhuo Darong, "Go and find a doctor for her. Don't let her die, or I'll hold you responsible! I want to keep her and torture her slowly!"
