"I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, I know I was wrong, it's my fault, my fault, all my fault."
Nanny Zhang knelt on the ground, as wretched as a dog. She hadn't thought about such an outcome when she was harming others, and now she was kneeling and begging for mercy, without anyone feeling sympathy for her.
Jiang Xiaorou walked over and squatted in front of Nanny Zhang.
"You should be punished for your mistakes, which I remember you saying to me, Nanny Zhang—now I give it back to you."
Jiang Xiaorou's words were light, but they carried an implied threat. She picked up the ruler that lay on the ground smudged with her own blood and without another word, lifted it and struck Nanny Zhang.
She hit her three times, three heavy blows. The strikes felt refreshingly vindictive, venting all the anger in her heart.
"Considering your age, I only hit you three times. I, Jiang Xiaorou, am not one to be wronged. If I did it, I would own up to it. But if not, nobody should try to pin their sins on me."