Xiang Yiran had a vacant gaze, grunting as she struggled to sit up, pain making her gasp for air.
Huo Mei narrowed her eyes, folding her arms and her mouth sagging displeasedly.
In the dungeon of the Huo Family, Huo Qidong did not treat her like a human either, but he never tortured her to this extent.
After all, Xiang Yiran was her own flesh and blood; if she were tortured to death, she would lose a handy weapon.
Xiang Yiran caught her breath, chuckled briefly, then started coughing again.
Once she recovered, she spoke in a cold, hoarse voice: "Put away that disgusting look. I might be in a pitiful state, but Bao Yanzhen at least keeps his word. Nobody gets any benefits from him without suffering harm."
She was reminding herself, and also Huo Mei.
Bao Yanzhen, like a devil suddenly appearing in Beijing, was perverse, lawless, unpredictable, and each move aimed straight for the kill.
This magnificent Renhe Mansion was nothing more than her new cage and hell.