Qiao Yue's lips opened and closed a few times, but she still couldn't find anything to say to comfort the girl.
Qiao Yu stood by the door and turned back to look at the two, "Aren't we leaving?"
As he spoke, Qiao Yu's eyes inadvertently glanced at the man who was still trying to move despite his bound hands and feet.
"What should we do with this trash?" He said with a frown.
Qiao Yu's words successfully broke the silence in the room. Qiao Yue and the girl's eyes focused on the man.
It was as if all her grievances had found an outlet. The emotion in the girl's empty eyes turned from despair to confusion, then fear, and finally into monstrous hatred.
The girl's eyes were fixed on the man. She yearned to eat his flesh, drink his blood, pull out his tendons, peel his skin, and burn the bones of the person who had defiled her into ashes.
