Rong Feiyu's face swelled up quickly, looking as puffy as a steamed bun. It was a testament to just how hard Rong Qi had hit her.
For far too long, Rong Qi had put up with these people. And now, she vowed, she wouldn't put up with them any longer. Mrs. Rong Sr. looked at Rong Qi, whose face had darkened so suddenly, and her own visage turned ashen. Pointing a trembling finger at the fearless Rong Qi, she found herself lost for words.
This was the first time Mrs. Rong Sr.'d ever encountered someone who resorted to physical violence so quickly. She swallowed hard and froze.
Wang Qing's heart ached at the sight. She moved to step forward and offer support, but before she could, Rong Qi stomped down on Rong Feiyu's leg, grinding her heel into it.
"Hold it right there," Rong Qi warned, a chilling smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Move one step, and your daughter's leg is done for."
