At that moment, Jiang Chuyun was sitting on the sofa, her own confidant about to be mutilated—this was akin to brutally slapping her in the face.
Yet, she dared not to make a sound, bowing her head, not daring to utter a single word.
Gong Zhensen was beside her, heartbroken, and heavily slammed down on the table, "Do any of you still have the face to beg for mercy? The Gong Family has provided for you, clothed you, and yet you plot against our heir; you are heartless and ungrateful! A hundred deaths would not be enough for you!"
As the gleaming cleaver was about to fall on Ah Chun's wrist, Ah Chun began to howl like a pig being slaughtered.
"Help! Sir, it wasn't me who wanted to terminate Miss Chi's child. I have no quarrel with her, and even if you lent me a hundred guts, I wouldn't dare. It was all the madam's idea, she told me to do it," Ah Chun couldn't bear it any longer; she didn't want her hands and feet chopped off.
She immediately pointed the finger at Jiang Chuyun.
