Su Fan chuckled.
He then fastened his belt around Wang Fei's neck.
The other end he held in his hand.
"Right, this makes you look more like a dog."
"Let's go."
Su Fan smiled and yanked the rope harshly.
It choked Wang Fei so badly that she could hardly breathe, forcing her to follow.
It was too humiliating.
At that moment, Wang Fei wished she could find a crack to crawl into, praying that no one would come out.
Finally, she agonizingly crawled to Li Jian's doorstep.
Her knees were badly swollen and some areas were scraped raw. She tried to stand up, but Su Fan stopped her.
"Did I tell you to get up?"
"Ignoring the master's words, you should be punished."
Su Fan swung the leather belt in his hand and harshly whipped it across Wang Fei's back.
"Smack."
A crisp sound echoed through the cold night, and a blood mark immediately appeared on her back.
"Ah."
Wang Fei gritted her teeth in pain, almost crying out, and hurriedly covered her mouth.
