"Now that's the part I like to hear! Sounds like Xiaoqing has her own plan!" Jia Luo lifted her hand, his fingers stroking her face. "Did I hit you too hard just now?"
An Ziqing shook off his hand and stood up on her own.
Jia Luo didn't mind, a faint smile hanging at the corner of his lips.
That slap just now had almost left An Ziqing dazed for a long time.
Now that she stood up, her body was still swaying, about to fall.
"It doesn't hurt! This kind of pain is nothing! All these years, the torment you've put on me hurts a hell of a lot more than this!" An Ziqing's tone carried mockery.
Jia Luo laughed instead. "You never learn your lesson. But I still really like that about you."
"My child is gone! You killed it! You owe me this! You pay me back!" Her child—she had to get justice for it!
"Just a kid. However many you want, Ling Chuan can give you that many." Jia Luo teased, his tone laced with lewdness.
