Lai Manting turned her head to look at Mi Xinmei and smiled, "I advise you to behave, so you might suffer less."
"Ptui!"
Mi Xinmei spat out a gob of saliva that nailed Lai Manting's festering facial wound perfectly.
Lai Manting sat up, raising her hand to touch her face but stopped herself, only to scream instead.
The wound was blackened and softened, touching it resulted in a hole, a level of disgust and pain she didn't want to experience again.
After a long scream, she suddenly sneered, "How could I forget, this face of mine will soon be yours. If you want to vomit, continue!"
Mi Xinmei quieted down; brute force wouldn't work, so what could she do to escape from death?
But the room was full of their people; how could she, a weak woman, escape?
Thinking of her parents and siblings, remembering Leng Yu Yan, Lai Jiajia, and Luo Meng'er, and the happy days of the past, tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes, quickly streaming into her hair.
