However, even though she chose not to kill Senior Mrs. Jing right now, she wouldn't hesitate to torture her.
"Slap!" With a clear sound, Jing Yunyao heavily slapped Senior Mrs. Jing's face. Because she used a lot of force, Senior Mrs. Jing's cheek swelled at once, blood also seeped out of the corner of her mouth.
"Zhao, no matter how much I hated you for bullying me before, I've never been so impatient to pay you back. But you tried to kill my son. I can't wait to tear you to pieces right now!" Jing Yunyao clenched her teeth, her eyes turning red in fury. She sneered for a few seconds, then continued. "Sorry to disappoint you. My son isn't dead, but you're going to be soon."
Hearing that Leng Shaoting wasn't dead, Senior Mrs. Jing was angry. If Leng Shaoting wasn't dead, all of her efforts would have become meaningless. What was worse, she had suffered a double loss.
