"Ah!!!"
Huo Xiaoyan suddenly felt intense pain shoot through both her hands and feet. Then, like a marionette on strings, she was flung away.
By the time she reacted, she was already sprawled miserably on the floor.
Butler Lu, Mama Zhang, and the servants secretly watching the scene were all stunned.
Old Master Huo was so frightened that he shot to his feet, his body trembling.
He gripped his cane tightly, barely preventing himself from falling.
The man who had been standing dumbfounded at the second-floor staircase ever since Su Qiao had said their marriage was unequal and emotionally abusive was also wearing a rare look of astonishment.
Su Qiao slowly got to her feet and tugged on the golden threads connected to the four golden needles, as if she were walking a dog.
With a sweet smile, she looked at Huo Xiaoyan, whose face was deathly pale as she struggled on the floor. "Don't move. If you do, be careful not to lose your life."
Hah, did she think Su Qiao would be afraid just because she had called Old Master Huo over?
There was nothing Su Qiao wanted to do that anyone could stop—not even her man.
What's more, he was just an old man who had nothing to do with her.
"You—you—you—I—I—I..."
Huo Xiaoyan had never imagined that she would encounter something so terrifying.
In her eyes, Su Qiao, who was smiling so sweetly, was nothing less than a demon flapping its black wings.
The closer Su Qiao came, the more frightened she became.
In the end, she felt a sudden warmth below, and a pool of yellow liquid soaked the hem of her white dress.
Old Master Huo barely steadied himself. His face was full of anger, yet fear was hidden in his eyes as he