With the overwhelming number of people, within a few gasps, Qiao Mo was pinned heavily in front of Fu Qingrou.
"Miss Qiao, I don’t like this approach of yours. I thought I made it very clear, I just want you to repay a debt." Fu Qingrou spoke coldly, her expression devoid of any hint of emotion.
Qiao Mo let out a light laugh; she wasn’t foolish.
Does she think if she says repay the debt, that it’ll just be done?
It’s strange not to run...
Unfortunately, she still couldn’t escape.
"Mrs. Fu, even if you take my legs, Qingxue won’t recover." Qiao Mo stubbornly persisted, speaking again.
Fu Qingrou sneered coldly, "So what?"
Qiao Mo seethed with hatred, wondering if Fu Nancheng’s whole family was like this...
Two strong n stepped forward, gripping Qiao Mo’s arms tightly, while another held an iron rod in his hand.
Sweat began to bead on Qiao Mo’s forehead, her throat dry, knowing this woman wasn’t joking.
But if such a thick iron rod were to fall on her legs, she could hardly bear to imagine...
"Do it."
As soon as the words left Fu Qingrou’s mouth, the strong n stepped forward briskly.
Unceremoniously, they swung the iron rod heavily against Qiao Mo’s legs.
"Bang!"
The iron rod struck the flesh, the chill penetrating even through her clothes, the imnse pain making Qiao Mo let out a muffled groan, her legs weakening instantly.
"Bang!" Again.
Sweat rolled off Qiao Mo’s forehead instantly, the intense pain in her leg almost blacking out her vision.
"Mrs. Fu, I never even t Fu Nancheng before... I don’t know the girl you’re talking about..."
"Bang!"
The iron rod struck Qiao Mo’s leg once more, and the strong n holding her on both sides released her.
Without support, Qiao Mo’s legs gave way, collapsing directly to the ground.
Fu Qingrou stood coldly beside her, and from where Qiao Mo lay, she could just make out the woman’s immaculate high heels, unstained.
"Never t? Seven years ago, he was willing to abandon everything to take you abroad, and now you claim he never t you? What would Nancheng think if he heard this?" Fu Qingrou said with a touch of irony.
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, seven years... She was only sixteen back then!
Could it be that she knew Fu Nancheng back then...
But seven years ago she lost her mory, never considering she would have any ties with Fu Nancheng!
She had once suspected whether there was a connection with him.
Yet thinking about it, it seed absurd for a sixteen-year-old.
Even if there was sothing, it wouldn’t be such a deeply etched love or hatred to lead to this?
’Bang!’
The iron rod struck Qiao Mo’s leg again, leaving her no ti to think.
Her whole body straightened in an instant, like a bow poised to release, her delicate hands clenching tightly into fists.
Her nails dug into her palms, oozing a layer of blood.
Qiao Mo kept her eyes tightly shut, her thoughts sowhat muddled.
Was the person she ntioned really her?
Did she really know Fu Nancheng before?
Qiao Mo curled on the ground, biting her lip, saying nothing more.
She knew the woman before her wouldn’t listen to her explanation anymore, or rather, she had already decided, needing no explanation.
Even if there was an explanation, it was difficult to convey.
Even she herself was unclear about what happened back then.
But as Fu Qingrou said, she only wanted her legs, so the heavy, chilling iron rod fell nowhere else.
The iron rod struck her body multiple tis, making Qiao Mo’s vision blurry, tears instinctively welling up, numbed by the pain.
Heavy sweat droplets rolled down from her forehead, her top almost soaked through.
Blood oozed from her lips, yet she still clenched her teeth silently, the taste of thick blood filling her mouth.
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