Luo Qiangwei released her grip and backed away, sliding down the wall until she sat on the cold floor tiles.
Luo Hongying clutched her legs, shaking almost involuntarily with pain—
Looking down at her, Luo Qiangwei sneered with narrowed eyes, "My mom was in a lot of pain yesterday, and I think you should get a taste of that pain. But I wonder if people and livestock perceive pain in the same way."
Sweat broke out on Luo Hongying's forehead, and she gasped for breath before suddenly saying, "I'm also curious to know whether your mom will endure even more suffering at the Luo Family in the future."
Luo Qiangwei's eyes narrowed—
Luo Hongying steadied herself against the wall and, despite the pain, stood up to meet her gaze, "And as you know, your mom was deeply in love with my deceased uncle Luo Shiqing, so she would never leave the Luo Family even in death. As long as she stays... I imagine her life will be much more painful than it is now."
