"You... what are you trying to do?"
Seeing Su Qiao raise her fist, Cui Hu's mind reflexively conjured the image of Jun Ting fleeing with his head in his hands after being beaten.
Su Qiao ignored him completely. She gripped his jawbone tightly with one hand, making him unable to speak, while the other hand hammered relentlessly into his stomach.
When dealing with someone this stubborn, she had to beat him thoroughly first and scare him badly, or he would never tell the truth.
Cui Hu struggled desperately in unwilling resistance, trying to fight back. However, Su Qiao seemed able to read his mind, calculating his every move.
In her hands, he was just like Jun Ting, with no choice but to obediently take a beating.
No, he was even worse off than Jun Ting. He could not even cry out, and could only endure it with a ferocious expression.
Su Qiao stopped only when she felt she had beaten him enough.
"You..."
Cui Hu's face twisted with pain, and tears even streamed from his eyes. He could only watch Su Qiao pant heavily, his eyes filled with fear.
He exercised regularly and considered himself skilled, but in Su Qiao's hands, he was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
At that moment, he finally experienced Jun Ting's suffering.
Just yesterday, he had secretly mocked Jun Ting.
Su Qiao raised her leg and nudged him with her foot. "Can you talk now?"
Cui Hu clenched his teeth and refused to speak.
Once he told her what had happened, she definitely would not let him off.
Su Qiao sneered. "Still not talking?"
"In a primeval forest like this, the occasional accident is normal. So is someone dying. What do you think?"
"No, no, no! I'll talk. I'll tell you