Qi Yongrui didn't know how long his torment went on, when he opened his eyes, he was lying on the floor.
Long Zhong was by his side as he helped him with tears in his eyes. "You—why don't you complain to the police?" He asked with choking sobs. "Look at you, she nearly whipped your skin off from your flesh."
"And let her go after my brother?" Qi Yongrui pushed himself off the floor. He looked around for his glasses, fumbling a little as he couldn't see well without them.
Long Zhong helped him by searching for them and handing Qi Yongrui his glasses once he found them.
"Thank you," Qi Yongrui said to Long Zhong hoarsely. Throughout the entire time when Qi Changpu was whipping him, Qi Yongrui had bitten his lower lip and refused to scream.
He hadn't spoken for an hour or two which was why his voice was hoarse and rough.
