Tang Qingrou was startled; she sensed a kindred spirit in Pei Shu'er.
After all, she herself had previously provoked a rift between Pei Shu'er and Niu Qian in this manner!
She never expected that she would be the one caught in her own trap.
Just as she was about to speak, she saw Niu Qian staggering to his feet.
His face was covered in blood, and his back was riddled with embedded gravel.
He looked at Tang Qingrou with eyes full of rage.
His heavy hand slapped across Tang Qingrou's face, knocking her to the ground, ears ringing.
"Incompetent fool, daring to question me. Even now, I can still defeat Pei Shu'er!"
"I want to show Pei Shu'er that after a fair competition, she's not my match at all!"
"I am the boss of these two mountains."
Tang Qingrou dared not speak further, clutching her mouth, silently shedding tears, hoping to awaken some sense of pity from this man.
But at this moment, even if she cried herself blind, it was useless.
