"I just said, I'm not used to being questioned in this way. If you force me like this, I won't say a word!" Su Mang looked up at the sky, looking like he didn't care about him at all.
"Don't forget, you are now my prisoner!" Yang Qianye gritted his teeth secretly angrily. He had never met anyone who dared to challenge him like this before!
"So what?" Su Mang glanced at him, "There is a saying that 'Feng Shui takes turns'. I advise you to stay loyal to your subordinates. Otherwise, when you fall into my hands one day, I will let you compare with me.
It’s still miserable today!”
"What a tough-tongued wild girl! You have such a tough mouth, just hang here. Let's see how long you can keep your tough talk!" Yang Qianye gave her a hard look and walked away.
Although he wanted to beat Su Mang to pieces with a whip, but seeing how confident Su Mang was and fearing that she really had a close relationship with Mo Taohui, he didn't dare to punish her with death, and he was unwilling to let her go.
, we can only hang her here to dry.
This was enough for Su Mang to endure.
The thin wire cut deeply into her flesh, as if it was about to break her wrist. Wave after wave of severe pain spread from her wrist to her limbs, and the pain all over her body quickly
Drenched in cold sweat, the most terrifying thing is that I don't know when this torture will end.
The ridiculously large yard was quiet and empty, with no one around. Su Mang could hear the leaves rustling in the wind. Occasionally, a few birds came over to look for food, chirping and flying over her head.
It can be seen that the rumors that only Yang Xiaotian, Yang Qianye and Yang Qianmo live in the inner courtyard are true.
But……
Why is this?
Why do only these three people live in such a huge courtyard?
Aren't they lonely?
Thinking of Yang Qianmo's weird behavior today, Su Mang vaguely felt that there were some unknown secrets hidden under the calm surface of this deep mansion.
Su Mang was hung up from early morning to dusk. The pain was so painful that she almost fainted. All the people in the Yang family seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and no one came to see her.
Su Mang regretted a little.
Her original intention of using this "bitter flesh trick" was to injure her body and make Mo Taohui feel guilty, so that he would never dare to plot against her again.
But now it seems that the price she paid was too high.
She got up at five o'clock in the morning. She had not eaten any water or rice all day and was thirsty, hungry and in pain, which made her wonder if she would be hung alive here.
Facts have proved that human potential is unlimited. It was already midnight after the moon passed, and she was still awake. The wind in the late summer night was already a bit chilly, and her clothes soaked with cold sweat clung to her body. The cool breeze
The coldness seeped into every inch of his skin, and Su Mang felt as if he had been frozen into an ice sculpture that would break if someone knocked it.
Finally, she fainted from the unbearable pain and chill.
In the early morning, the dewdrops on the tree trickled down the tips of the leaves, hitting her already wet head drop by drop, waking her up from her coma and making her even more embarrassed.
In a daze, she heard a familiar voice, "Who is this? Why are you hanging here?"
It took a lot of effort for her to open her eyes a crack, and looked at her feet, her eyes falling into a pair of frightened eyes.
The deep-seated pain in those eyes that were as clear as springs was so deep and obvious, it was so painful that it shook one's heart and lungs.
