Sheng Miao bit her lower lip, unable to rebut, and angrily said, "Sheng Tang, are you playing me? Muo Huangnian has clearly been dead for a long time!"
Luo Qiangwei's eyes turned cold, and she delivered a slap straight across the face—
Sheng Miao's face turned to the side from the impact, and before she could speak, she heard Luo Qiangwei's cold voice, "I initially thought licking shoes would suit you, but now it seems that's not enough. Slap yourself twenty times."
"Sheng Tang!"
"Decide for yourself," Luo Qiangwei smiled, "or don't do it, and the next thing sent to you won't be a letter, but something much more terrifying—"
Sheng Miao's eyes widened in fury, trembling, but she also truly didn't want to receive these horrible things again. These days, she could neither eat nor sleep well; she even dared not step out of her house, panicked at the slightest sound to the point where her heart would stop...
