Poor to the point where she could only afford one meal a day, she went half a month without the smell of meat. To make a living, she had no choice but to sell liquor at nightclubs.
Even then, Song Jia didn't let her off. She covertly encouraged a pervert to corner the original host in the stairwell... If she hadn't just happened to pass through, that pervert wouldn't even have let the original host's body be.
At this very moment, did Jian Wan encounter her own biological daughter in the Underworld? Knowing such shameful pasts, would she be unable to rest in peace even in death?
"Jian Xi, you bear no grudges against the petty. Please, let us go..." Qiao Jiaying cried piteously, crouching and kneeling on the ground, looking as pitiful as anything.
Jian Xi just looked at her coldly, "Back then, who let me off?"
"Jian Xi, I truly realize my mistake. Spare me, and I'll never come back to Jiangcheng, never to bother you again."
