How Could Su Qian Have the Audacity to Ask?

"Don't, don't, don't go. My daughter didn't mean it. Please don't mind her." Qin Guang had a fawning smile on his face, and his eyes were curved from the smile. He hurriedly continued, "I apologize for my daughter's behavior. Elder Su, please come in."

Madam Qin was even more frightened and she stood up abruptly as she watched Su Qian calmly approach. Sweat broke out on her back.

Perhaps it was because of the sweat, but Madam Qin's body, which was already in unbearable pain and itch, felt an even sharper pain. It was so painful that she almost fainted. It was as if there were thousands of ants crawling on her body, biting and torturing her until she almost went crazy.

Su Qian ignored Lady Qin's existence and walked up to Qu Xiaodie with a lazy expression. Then, she looked at Qu Xiaodie, who was already half-dead from being tortured and clicked her lips in disgust. "How did it come to this?"