Lady Jia Zhang couldn't have been oblivious to the fact that even those unfamiliar with the law knew that murder demanded a life in return.
"Not so, you dead girl, you're not dead now." If only she were dead.
"Still, harboring thoughts of murder, does my being alive mean Jia Dongxu is innocent?"
"Enough, I'm not speaking with you any longer. Lady Jia Zhang, if you're going to make a scene, then go ahead."
Jia Dongxu was rolling around the room in pain, really too sore to bear. Hearing Lady Jia Zhang's voice brightened his eyes instantly.
"Mom, save me, please save me."
"My bones hurt so much." Jia Dongxu knew that the only one who could save him now was Lady Jia Zhang.
Upon hearing this, Lady Jia Zhang—what? Jia Dongxu's bones were aching? She didn't fix her gaze on Yi Zhonghai but instead dashed over with the speed of an arrow.
Zhang Yu watched Lady Jia Zhang's rushing figure and immediately aimed a stick at her.
