In the mall restroom,
Ji Wushuang lay on the ground, her body bruised a purplish hue, her hair in utter disarray. Struggling to rise, she wiped the fresh blood from the corner of her mouth, the pain on her face a stark reminder.
Those two men had really hit her.
They dragged her out of the hot pot restaurant and into the restroom for a beating, aiming nowhere else but her face with two slaps and several kicks.
"No, they weren't from the hot pot restaurant; it must have been that bitch Ji Shunuan who sent people to beat me up."
"Ji Shunuan, you disgusting thing, go to hell, why don't you just die."
"Hit me, dare to hit me? I won't let you get away with this," Ji Wushuang's eyes glinted venomously.
She laboriously stood up, her body aching so badly she nearly collapsed back to the ground.
The two shadowy figures stood in the dark, observing her frantic escape before picking up a phone to dial, whispering, "Master, it's done! We've taught her a lesson."
