"Big Brother, it was Sister Jiang and Sijin who brought me here,"
Upon hearing this, Liu Hao cast his gaze towards Jiang Peihuan and Jiang Sijin.
"Jiang Peihuan, you again?"
Yan Kuan managed to lift himself off the ground, his gaze on Jiang Peihuan simmering with rage.
Compared to Yan Kuan, Jiang Peihuan bore an air of cool indifference. She methodically coiled up her long whip, her eyes as frosty as ice. "Seems like the last lash didn't serve as a sufficient reminder," she declared.
"You…"
The sight of his whip marks only served to remind Yan Kuan of his pain. He couldn't help but flinch at Jiang Peihuan's words, feeling the sting in his mouth all over again.
Yan Xin, standing aside, was puzzled by Jiang Peihuan's frosty demeanor. Nevertheless, she mustered the courage to step forward, "Jiang Peihuan, what is the meaning of this? Why did you strike my brother? You..."