Qiu Yun held up her chin proudly and grinned complacently. She then turned and left with Jiang Tingmei.
"Mrs. Jiang! Please spare my daughter. The person you hate is me. If you spare Weiyi, I will do anything for you. Please, I beg you!"
Upon hearing this, Qiu Yun, who was about to leave, turned around and looked at Zuo Qing.
"You'll do whatever I ask you to?"
Zuo Qing nodded her head and she teared up uncontrollably. "Yes, anything, if you would spare my daughter."
"Mom, it's hot! Don't bother with this woman. Let's go!" Under the hot sun, Jiang Tingmei blocked the sun with her hand and snapped irritably.
Qiu Yun raised her head. She took a quick look at the sun in the sky and lowered her eyes to look at Zuo Qing, who was still kneeling. "Alright then, go and kneel down in front of the Jiang Group office. Kneel until the sun goes down and if you don't faint, I'll spare your daughter."
