So, he grabbed Lin Caihe by the scalp and dragged her to the ground, hanging the iron chains on her wrists over the iron nails on the pillar.
At this height, Lin Caihe could barely reach it by standing on tiptoes.
He stuffed the sweat towel hanging nearby into Lin Caihe's mouth, then picked up his whip from the side.
"Mmm, mmm-mmm."
Lin Caihe, seeing the whip, widened her eyes in terror and shook her head desperately while sobbing.
Even before the whip had struck her, large tears were already falling.
...
In the elderly couple's home, after having coaxed his wife to sleep, Sui Zimo stood in the courtyard listening to Zhe Jue report on Lin Caihe's situation with that idiot.
"Master, this is the situation, what do you think, should we..." help out?
He thought that if his mistress knew about Lin Caihe's suffering in the idiot's home, worse than an animal's, she would likely soften her heart, wouldn't she?
