Zhang Juan and Su Guohua were already in severe pain, they had fainted.
Su Jingyu was barely holding on, she looked at Chen Jiu, her face filled with desperation.
In times like these, aside from Chen Jiu, she feared no one else in the world cared whether she lived or died.
Chen Jiu knew that entering the Feng Family would not lead to a safe exit.
Su Jingyu's face was so swollen that it resembled a pig's head. He wiped off the blood from the corner of her mouth, "Don't speak, you'll be fine."
Su Jingyu nodded meekly. Having Chen Jiu by her side, oddly enough, gave her a sense of security.
This man, even though she had been exploiting him, she felt his loyalty to her was unwavering.
Su Jingyu could not endure the wave after wave of excruciating pain and fainted.
The scorpions, centipedes, and hornets were relentless, their stings made life unbearable.
