Qiao Lianhua bit her lip, struggling for a long time, and took another glance at the old man up in the loft; gritting her teeth, she then took steps to ascend.
Qiao Yuanzhen curved up a sinister smile. That old man had always enjoyed toying with women, and the torment was never light; drugging was common practice, and he had all sorts of methods to satisfy his vile proclivities, having even killed one before.
If Qiao Lianhua could rely on this big tree, Dashu, and withstand it, it would be her good fortune; if she couldn't bear it, hmph, that would be her own bad luck.
However, whether she could withstand it or not, this man was brought by him to please Mrs. Luo; Mrs. Luo had to give him some face in any case, and the ultimate beneficiary would naturally be him.
