Dong Qiming had always been sensitive about his parents' awkward relationship, and Sheng Yueyue had just exposed it in public.
He was burning with rage, wanting nothing more than to beat her face to a pulp. And so he did, his blows growing harder and harder.
He threw a punch, aiming straight for Sheng Yueyue's face. His fists whistled through the air, each blow more vicious than the last, landing squarely on her face.
Sheng Yueyue shrieked and wailed as she took the beating, her small hands flailing wildly.
"Dong Qiming, you bastard! WAHHH, how dare you hit me! I'll get my brother to kill you!"
"Your brother? Your eldest brother isn't home, you know! Your second brother has a crush on my cousin, so he won't cross me. And your third brother is no match for me..."
A cruel smirk played on Dong Qiming's lips. "Let me guess, who exactly can you call to kill me?"
"You... you... You've got some nerve! Do you know who I am?" Inside, Sheng Yueyue knew Dong Qiming was right.
