"So that's how it is."
"Still interested in the Sixth, are you? Let's see how I deal with you!" Beiming Wuji swiftly turned and pinned her to the bed.
"Oh, stop it, it's daytime now!"
"What about the daytime? We've done it during the day before!" Beiming Wuji spread her legs apart.
"Uncle, be gentle."
"Why should I be gentle? You little slut, not even wearing underwear in the middle of the day!"
...
In the hospital.
After some time of rest and recovery, Tang Rongling had regained some strength.
The swelling on his face had almost subsided. The bandages were removed, but his face was still covered in wounds, and the stitches near the corner of his eye were not removed yet.
Ever since he awoke, he remained silent every day, regardless of what Mu Wanhua and Tang Qin asked, he did not respond.
The police came to take his statement, but he still kept silent.
Having no choice, the police had to close the case for now.
