"That was your mistake."
"Yeah, I made a mistake, because the eldest sister and second sister said I was wrong, so naturally it's my fault, right?" Fan Rou found it even more laughable.
"Because of this, you betrayed us? Chose to side with the enemy?" Fan Father said with a sinister look.
"Side with the enemy? Are you talking about Jun Mochan? Is he really the enemy? I think you're the traitor, aren't you? Traitors die a bad death,"
Fan Rou spoke each word clearly as if afraid he wouldn't hear.
Fan Father finally raised the whip in his hand, the heavy whip made a dull sound as it landed on a body.
Fan Rou's wounds were not yet healed, how could she bear such a beating?
Soon, blood flowed from her body, she was still wearing hospital clothes, a short-sleeved shirt.
Blood flowed from the previous gunshot wound, soaking half of her clothes.
As the whip alternated, slowly, the other side of her clothes was also soaked through.
