Sure enough, after hearing Su Qiao's words, the five men, though in terrible pain, all shut their mouths.
"Not talking?"
Su Qiao narrowed her eyes, shook the golden needle in her hand, and smiled coldly:
"If you still refuse to talk, I can't guarantee that you'll still be able to stand for the rest of your lives. Maybe you'd prefer to be bedridden and paralyzed?"
Staring at the strange golden needle, the man with the sharp mouth and simian cheeks finally couldn't hold out any longer.
His lips trembling, he said, "Yu... Yu Family. We were sent by Young Master Yu. We just... just wanted to teach this kid a small lesson. We didn't intend to do anything to him."
'Ahhh!'
The moment he finished speaking, Su Qiao had already stepped on his ankle.
"You dared to lie? Looks like you don't want to walk upright anymore. You'd rather crawl for the rest of your life."
The man trembled all over from the pain. "I'll talk, I'll talk! Young Master Yu... Young Master Yu ordered us to cripple... cripple his right hand."
"His right hand?"
Su Qiao turned around and looked at the boy, who was staring blankly at her.
Jiang Yihan's only hobby was drawing.
It was also his only outlet.
Crippling his right hand would not only prevent him from continuing to write and study; it would also cut off his only outlet.
No wonder he had turned evil in his previous life and kidnapped Yu Xiujie, even wanting to kill him.
Hmph. He looked so decent, but she hadn't expected him to be so despicable.
Su Qiao poked his fair, tender cheek, bringing him back to his senses. "You have a grudge against Yu Xiujie?"
It was only a little competition at school. That shouldn't have been