Seeing Shen Qing act like a coward, Wang Daniu felt no sympathy at all; instead, his blood boiled with anger.
"Shut your mouth! Don't pretend to be some naive innocent, none of your family are good seeds. Anyone involved in persecuting my brother Shen, I won't let off a single one of them."
Wang Daniu slammed the table, intimidating Shen Qing who didn't dare make a sound.
Zhou Yinting gloated, "Why not just kill her? My cousin has connections, and after she's dead, just wrap the body in a mat and throw it into the mountains. I guarantee the wolves will chew her up overnight, not even leaving scraps."
The few words Zhou Yinting said casually were as terrifying as encountering a demon from hell to Shen Qing.
Shen Qing trembled with fear, and a foul smell came from her body; she was so scared that she wet herself, with the liquid flowing down the chair onto the floor, forming a large wet patch.
