"Cough, cough." Qi Zheng dryly coughed and reproachfully glanced at Qi Mo. "You hurt this girl's face, what should we do now?"
Although he said that, he did not stop Qi Mo at all when he slammed Qi Ling's head onto the wall.
Qi Mo eerily smiled. "The Qi Family might lack some things but not spirit herbs. No matter how marred her face is, it can be remedied! However, I can't let her use them for free, Qi Su must pay to buy them!"
He had wanted to beat this darn girl up since a long time ago and vent his years of dissatisfaction toward Qi Su on Qi Ling.
Although there were a lot of bystanders, no one came forward to help Qi Ling and merely pointed their fingers and wagged their tongues from the side. Human kindness was nothing more than this.
Qi Ling soundlessly cried, tears drenching her face. Blood ceaselessly flowed from her forehead. Despair about the world filled her large eyes as she watched the populated street.
