The little girls were beaten until they were covered in blood. Su Ye couldn't help but wish he could jump down and beat Luo Dabao up.
Fortunately, someone stopped Luo Dabao before Su Ye could.
"My dear son, you can't hit these dolls anymore. They're your favorite collection. Wouldn't it be a pity if you beat them to death?" A beautiful woman quickly walked forward and advised in a gentle voice.
"I don't want them, I don't want them, I don't want them!" Luo Dabao screamed hysterically and shouted in exasperation, "They're not good enough! Only Su Qingqing is the best. As long as I have her, I don't need any other dolls!"
The Madam of the Luo family showed a troubled expression when she heard this, "But your Eldest Brother said that Su Qingqing's Mother is the Third Elder of the Xuanyun Sect, the poison physician!"
At the mention of Su Qian's name, a deep sense of fear appeared in Madam Luo's eyes.
