Ye Ying, who had never been slapped by Sun Dongqing, was shocked. Compared to Ye Zhifan, Sun Dongqing was much more violent.
"Mom, Mom… I didn't… I didn't… Ah… It hurts, it hurts. Mom, stop hitting me. I didn't do it. I really didn't." Ye Ying, who had been hit to the floor, arched her body and tried her best to protect her face and head. The shock in her heart was overwhelming.
How could this happen?
How could this happen?
Why wouldn't even her mother help her? Why, why?
Ye Ying screamed and begged for mercy, but Sun Dongqing beat her even more ruthlessly.
"I didn't send you overseas to learn how to sleep with foreigners! I didn't ask you to be a prostitute! I didn't ask you to be with new men every week!
"I'll beat you to death, you shameless thing! Why did you have to degrade yourself? If you wanted a boyfriend, I wouldn't have stopped you. You could've found a boyfriend like Madam Li's son!
