Qiao Qingqing cornered Qiao Chuan and gave him a savage thrashing. She didn’t stop until she had vented every bit of her fury and was too exhausted to continue.
Qiao Chuan’s mouth was bloodied, and his face was covered in muddy shoe prints. He gasped for air, clutching his ribs and wiping at his face, his breath coming in sharp, pained hisses.
Never in his life had he suffered such a humiliating defeat. No one had ever dared to strike him like this—not even his father, Qiao Weiguo, had ever been this ruthless! As he glared at Qiao Qingqing, his eyes brimmed with nothing but hatred and disgust.
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