When Tang Ya shook her head, Qin Ruan saw it as a refusal to answer.
Without showing any mercy, she firmly pressed Tang Ya's head against the marble floor.
The floor, already stained red, became even more intense with several violent smashes.
Qin Ruan lifted Tang Ya's head, her voice cold and low: "Are you going to talk?"
"Mmm-mm!!"
This time, Tang Ya nodded vigorously, and her forehead's wound bled down her nose, staining the ground.
Qin Ruan removed the gag from her mouth, curved her lips into a cold smirk, and contemptuously slapped Tang Ya's face.
She cruelly said, "You had better spit it out. If I find out you're lying, you can weigh the value your own life."
Tang Ya nodded continuously, completely disoriented from the beating.
Growing up, besides being whipped by Nangong Chang, she had never been so beaten.
Qin Ruan waited for Tang Ya to speak, but she remained silent as if mute.
Her eyebrows raised slightly: "Tang Ya, what tricks are you playing now?"