Looking at Blaine's expression, Gong Xiaoqiao felt that what he was planning to do to Jiang Bo would not be any more merciful than crippling his hands.
Then, Huo Yandong walked over to Gong Hannian, toying with a Swiss Army knife in his hand, and casually lifted the black cloth covering her eyes, "I haven't even come looking for you yet, and here you are, delivering yourself to my doorstep! Heard you wanted to ruin Xiaoqiao's face, and even had plans to have people gang-rape her?"
Even though Gong Hannian had been arrogant before, she did not dare to admit it now, "I... I didn't... I just wanted to have a chat with her, that's all!"
"Just a chat?" Huo Yandong chuckled deeply, and the next second, Gong Hannian only felt a numbness on her face, and when she reached up to touch it, her hands were covered in fresh blood.
"Ah—" Gong Hannian immediately let out a piercing scream.
Huo Yandong handed the knife to a subordinate to continue, then sat back down on the sofa.
