Snatch that rich kid

Rong Jia was so frightened that she kept nodding. I know, I know, mom. I will beg sister to take me away. I will definitely do so, please don't hit me, please don't hit me, please don't hit my Hanhan.

Rong Jia's hair was unkempt and gave off a strange smell. It must have not been washed for many days.

Her clothes were crumpled and torn in several places. Her exposed arms and legs were covered in dirt and bruises. It was obvious that she had been beaten up. She looked extremely embarrassed.

Rong Jia's eyes were full of fear, and she looked at Yang Yan as if she was looking at the most terrible ghost. She didn't say a word, but Rong Jia's body trembled violently.

In fact, Rong Jia had always been the most comfortable and blissful person in the Rong family. In the whole family, Yang Yan doted on her the most and she could have whatever she wanted. Compared to Rong Yan, her life was like heaven.