Yang Guilan's whole body was in pain and she felt like she was disbanding.

It hurts so much.

It feels like it's almost dying.

Don't want to die? Yes, if you do something for me, I won't kill you.

He Jiarong looked coldly at Yang Guilan, covered in bruises on the ground and said.

Yang Guilan was like a dying dog. Seeing the hope of life, she knelt down and got up, hugged He Jiarong's thigh, begged for mercy and said: I will do it, I will do it, don't hit me again

Then, He Jiarong brought Yang Guilan, covered in wounds, to Longcheng Villa.

Yang Guilan limped when walking, wearing a hat and a mask, and took He Jiarong into the villa.

Looking at this luxurious No. 1 Palace, He Jiarong's hatred for Chen Ping reached its peak!

Damn Chen Ping, I'm going to take revenge today! Why do you want your family to take revenge!

I want to kill Jiang Wan in front of you and kill you again!

Then, I run away again!

Shangjiang, I, He Jiarong, will never come back again!

Call Jiang Wan and ask her to come back!

He Jiarong sat directly on the sofa, eating grapes, and ordered coldly.

Yang Guilan is so cowardly now that she is huddled in the corner, and took out her cell phone with trembling hands and dialed Jiang Wan's phone number. Hey, Wan'er, come back, my mother's head hurts so much, maybe it wasn't good last time

Jiang Wan was in the company and received a call. When she heard Yang Guilan's voice, she was really weak. She felt anxious and said: OK, Mom, wait for me, I'll go back immediately.

Um.
Chapter completed!