Wang Jinan suddenly became even more irritated.
"I'm here to ask you to play the zither, not to apologize!"
As he spoke, he threw another teacup over.
On the maid's head was a bloody wound. This made her not dare to continue begging for mercy. She stood up and continued to play, her body trembling.
Even though the blood on her head had already started to dry, she did not dare to continue moving.
As Wang Jinan listened, he thought of Chu Wanwan and could not help but smile.
Since the village chief's daughter was in his hands, he would definitely be able to ask the village chief for something he wanted.
This village chief was usually arrogant, but he would brag about how righteous he was. However, at this point, he did not believe that the village chief could still put on that lofty act.
