Anyone who dares to hurt Third Young Master's woman, himself, Feiyu, is definitely going to take a hard revenge for him.
Yuan Jiayin didn't expect to be followed without a bodyguard, so she was taken aback.
"Who are you, what do you want?"
…
In the abandoned factory, Yuan Jiayin was tightly wrapped up. She glared furiously at Feiyu and Ye Yiyi, swearing that if she somehow survived this, she would definitely not let them off.
"What do you think we should do with her?" Feiyu asked.
"Hmm, let me think. It has to be creative. Slapping her in the face and beating her up is too boring."
Little Yi, surrounded by a circle of bodyguards, sat like a little queen, swinging her legs, her eyes twinkling with malice.
"Since you dare to hurt my mom, we'll start off by sending a swarm of bees after her so she'll be covered in pustules. Then we'll throw some leeches on her to suck her blood, and see if she still dares to hurt people."
