Neither of them spoke a word along the way. The bodyguard lifted Su Qianqian into the passenger seat of Yi Ningxiu's car, folded the wheelchair, and then left.
The car started quickly, and Su Qianqian turned her head to the side. The sun was shining brightly outside, but her eyes seemed to be filled with snow from the Tianshan Mountains, and it was extremely cold.
She had sworn at the beginning that if she found that person, she would skin him and cut him to pieces, making his life worse than death.
Lance hasn't found it yet, but it would be good to have Fang Cheng.
There was a cold light in her eyes, as sharp as ice. While driving, Yi Ningxiu looked at her face and felt a little palpitated for no reason.
What kind of hatred does Su Qianqian have against Fang Cheng? Why did she show such an expression when she heard his name?
The place where Fang Cheng was locked up was the basement of the Yi family.
It used to be a torture hall, specially used to punish servants with unclean hands and feet. Later, in Yi Lao's generation, the penalty system was abolished, but the instruments of torture were not lost and all remained.
When Su Qianqian was pushed in, she saw Fang Cheng at a glance.
The man's originally strong figure had lost a lot of weight. It seemed that the escape journey in the past few days had been very difficult for him.
Lance no longer protected him, just like an abandoned son, he was thrown away casually.
The torture hall was very spacious, with a lingering eerie atmosphere. The lights were dim, and every instrument of torture glowed coldly under the light.
Su Qianqian sat in a wheelchair and looked at Fang Cheng who was tied to a wooden frame.
She smiled slightly at the man with a frightened face.
"I didn't expect that we would be in this situation when we meet again." She smiled and said, "Do you still remember what I told you at the beginning? What you did to me, I will one day be very happy with.
I’ll give it back to you a hundred times.”
Fang Cheng looked at her, with fear in his eyes. He said in a low voice: "That matter was my fault... But Master Lance has always been kind to you, you can't treat me like this..."
"Nice to me?" Su Qianqian smiled slightly and asked softly, "Do you want to try what is meant by 'nice to you'? My feet were held by you at the beginning, and then let that person
Cut off, do you think this is a good call?"
There seemed to be boundless malice hidden in her eyes. Fang Cheng looked into her deep eyes and felt shuddering.
"Ms. Su, every injustice has its own owner, and every debt has its owner. It wasn't me who cut your hamstrings. You can't..."
"I can." Su Qianqian interrupted him, "Why can't I?" She smiled at him, her smile was as sweet as a poppy flower, "Didn't I tell you before? You'd better kill me.
If you don't let me go, I won't let you go."
She turned her wheelchair and took out a small knife from the torture instrument on the side. The blade glowed with a sharp cold light even in the dim light.
Su Qianqian cut her hair and said with satisfaction: "It's almost as sharp as the one you gave him, right?"
Fang Cheng stared at the dagger in her hand, his eyes becoming more and more frightened, and he screamed: "Miss Su, please spare me! I will never dare to do it again!"
"After eighteen days, I will ask the doctor to pick you up." Su Qianqian said with a sweet smile, "I won't have anything left of what you gave me back then."
She slowly approached the wooden frame and said to the bodyguard on the side: "Hold him down."