Yang Ting screamed hysterically.
She wanted to cry out to Du Qing for help, but his fate was even more miserable than hers. Not only was his face bruised and swollen, but one of his arms was also bent at a sickening ninety-degree angle.
This was what it meant for your desperate cries to fall on deaf ears. This was the definition of digging your own grave, of lifting a stone only to drop it on your own feet.
Afterward, both Du Qing and Yang Ting were dragged out. As for where they were taken or what their ultimate fate would be, Chen Yang couldn't have cared less.
Soon, the dress Zhang Xiaowen had taken a liking to was delivered.
Looking at the dress presented to her, Zhang Xiaowen blushed, torn between accepting it or not. She liked this dress, that was true, but did this count as a gift from Chen Yang?
Suddenly, Su Ding's phone rang.
