Su Qingnuan gave a firm nod.
Immediately, Gong Qi pulled out a long, slender iron rod and walked straight toward the woman.
As the men dispersed, Su Qingnuan finally saw that the woman had already been severely beaten.
Her mouth was stained with a considerable amount of blood.
In this moment, Su Qingnuan felt not even the slightest pity.
If it had been before, Su Qingnuan might have felt somewhat uneasy.
But now, if she continued to soften her heart, Fu Yihan would surely be the one to suffer.
Since that was the case, Su Qingnuan would no longer give this woman any chance.
As the iron rod scraped against the marble floor, producing a sharp, grating sound, the woman's body seemed to tremble even more.
The woman shook her head frantically, seemingly unable to believe that these events were truly happening.
Everything she had gone through today felt like a horrifying nightmare.
And now, the situation made it clear that things would not be as simple.
