Zhou Zining was choking Qianqian by the neck, threatening, "I warn you, better not resist. Qianqian is in my hands. If you dare to make a move, I'll strangle her to death!"
Nan Jiaojiao sneered, using the tip of her tongue to press against her cheek, "Impressive, using your own daughter to threaten me."
"What 'my daughter'! She's a monster!"
Nan Jiaojiao frowned in disgust.
Zhou Zining, whether truly insane or just provoked, had trembling hands as she choked Qianqian, staring at Bo Qingshan and suddenly letting out a sinister laugh.
"Sooner or later, she was going to die anyway, might as well let me take advantage of her before that, at least she can show filial piety this way."
Nan Jiaojiao sensed something was wrong, "What do you mean?"
"You don't know?"
Zhou Zining feigned surprise, but the mockery was unmistakable in the depths of her eyes, and her manic laughter was full of sarcasm.
