This time it was just five seconds, probably just a show of power.
The real punishment would be more severe, more lasting.
If it hits her for ten-plus seconds, or even a minute, her life would really be over!
Crawling up from the ground, ignoring the amazed gazes of the passersby, Han Dongmei stumbled towards the scrapyard.
She stuffed fifty cents into the pocket of the responsible old man, and after much persuasion, begged him to sell her all the old newspapers and magazines from the scrapyard.
Not minding the filth or the exhaustion, she carried the huge stack to the roadside, waited for the Qingliu Team carriage, boarded it with her goods, and finally let out a long sigh.
Mom, I regret it!
I truly regret it; I shouldn't have gone to the countryside, let alone easily bound myself to some damn—
Uh, can't curse, can't humiliate the system, or she'll be shocked again!
Han Dongmei desperately controlled her emotions, preventing herself from random thoughts.
