"You've hurt my little darling." Ye Ranran tilted her head slightly as she spoke, a faint smirk playing at her lips. She drew a small knife from her waist. "She should be thankful that we're in Sheng Country. If we were abroad, her suffering would be far worse."
"True," Aya nodded.
Those who had harmed her son abroad had met far more tragic fates—Aya had seen it herself.
"Let's go in," Ye Ranran snapped her fingers, pulling Aya along as they entered.
Inside the dimly lit factory, Jennifer was tied to a large gear, her feet pointing upward while her head hung down, her hair brushing against the dusty ground. Amidst the swirling dust, her screams echoed relentlessly.
"Who are you people? Do you have any idea that murder is a crime?"
"Do you know who I am? My father is Luo Datong, and my husband belongs to the Shao Family of Feng City. If you dare hurt me, they'll make sure you pay!"