Song Di felt a chill run down his spine, "Uncle Ding, what, what are you planning to do?"
"I'll break his back, make sure he can't be a eunuch, but a man's back is very important too, without it he can't accomplish anything," Ding Zhicheng said fiercely: "It's almost the same as a eunuch, visible but not usable, it will drive him mad."
How cruel!
Sweat was forming on Song Di's forehead: "..."
After giving Song Di a cool glance and seeing his face change color, Ding Zhicheng continued to look at him and asked, "What do you think?"
Song Di's face turned even paler, he rubbed his face and tugged at his lips, saying: "Uncle Ding, I studied law, what you're doing is intentional harm, it's not worth it."
"It's worth it," Ding Zhicheng replied with a firm resilience: "I'd do anything for my daughter, she is my only child. For her, I dare to do anything. Oh right, you are a lawyer, so tell me, for this kind of intentional harm, how many years would I get?"
