Wang Xiwen, accustomed to being spoiled, didn't stand up after being kicked and, filled with fear, looked at the person approaching her, "What... what do you want to do?" Then, she remembered how she had got in there.
Tang Anzhi squatted down, her eyes smiling like blooming flowers, "I naturally came here to see you. But seeing how comfortably you're living, I'm somewhat unhappy. What should I do?" Her voice was serene. Listening to it was like hearing something straight out of hell, chilling to the core.
Wang Xiwen's scalp tingled as she looked at the person in front of her. Her throat seemed to be clenched, rendering her speechless.
She didn't understand why this woman was still alive. It had been so long; shouldn't she have been tortured to death by Wang Meng's people?
