The three of them were so angry that they sat back in their seats without saying a word. Each of their faces was as black as the bottom of a pot, and they exuded a chilling low pressure.
Yang Qing leaned against the door, still in a fighting mood, staring at the old pervert.
The pervert was beaten so badly that he was pissing and shitting himself, and his body was still shaking.
Jiang Suisui: "Dad, Heng's dad, Tingxu's dad, Sister Yang Qing, don't be angry! I'll send him away now!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan's brows knitted into the shape of a "川" character and he said firmly, "Send him to reincarnate? No way!"
Qin Yiheng: "That's right, hang him up, I'll buy all the tools on the market, and beat him every day until he dies!"
Jiang Yan and Cheng Tingxu turned their heads almost at the same time and looked at Qin Yiheng, a rare hint of certainty flashing in their eyes.
This unanimous reaction made Qin Yiheng feel inexplicably proud, and his chest unconsciously puffed up. Although the occasion was not right, he just felt a little swollen for no reason.
Jiang Suisui: "Don't worry, if we don't send him to reincarnation, he will go to the ninth level of the oil pan hell!"
"Oil pan?" Qin Yiheng raised his eyebrows in confusion.
Jiang Suisui: "Well, take off your clothes and keep frying!"
Jiang Yan, Cheng Tingxu, Qin Yiheng, and even Yang Qing all nodded and said in unison, "That's pretty good!"
Male/pervert/ghost - why do I have to suffer this after I die? I was just a pervert, and I have to be beaten and fried in oil again!
But no one cared about his thoughts.
Jiang Suisui waved his hand, muttered something, and sent the hateful pervert away in the blink of an eye. The private room gradually returned to calm.
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