But every time she tried to resist, she was either slapped or beaten with a stick.
Finally, under Song Qingqing's oppressive power, he had no choice but to do as she said, under her menacing gaze.
After changing into a new shirt a size too small and lying on the clean and tidy bed, Song Qingqing felt a little dizzy again.
After locking the door and taking another nap, she felt much better.
When I arrived at the dining table, all I saw was a dark, unsightly mess.
Upon seeing this, Qian Xiaojun and Qian Xiaomei, who had just returned from a wild day of fun, seemed to have clicked the synchronization button.
They all smashed their bowls and chopsticks in unison, cursing loudly, and aimed them at Song Qingqing's face.
"You filthy wretch, how could you give me something like this to eat?"
Today, I'm going to beat you to death.
The one who said this was my cousin Qian Xiaojun, who was only fourteen years old.
"You little slut, you actually stole my clothes! I'll strip you naked and throw you out for men to ride."
Such vicious language was actually uttered by my cousin, Qian Xiaomei, who was only thirteen years old.
No one in the entire audience, except for Song Qingqing who was dodging left and right to avoid being crushed to death, noticed their viciousness.
Even Song Meihua, the biological mother, seemed unaware that she had ruined her two children with her own hands.
Instead, he looked excited and eagerly awaited seeing his child beat Song Qingqing to death.
I want to avenge her for what happened today.
But ideals are beautiful, while reality is cruel.
As someone who manages everything both at home and outside, Song Qingqing may lack other things, but she has never lacked strength.
Besides, in her previous life, she worked as someone's human punching bag for several years in order to earn money.
This is exactly where the benefits of being a human punching bag come in, doesn't it?
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