Her eyes directly fixed on this side, she bore a noticeable trace of anger.
Seeing this, Pei Dongshi pushed Nan Jiaojiao and whispered, "Go now."
Nan Jiaojiao stumbled forward, nearly falling, her half-lowered eyelashes just catching the sight of Jiang Yu squeezing the pipe tightly.
She steadied herself and walked over, reaching out with both hands.
"Master, please go ahead and hit me."
Jiang Yu's eyes twitched, "What do you mean by this? Do you think a beating will just let you off the hook for this matter?"
Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, "I was wrong."
Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "I always said Shen Shichu was no good, but you insisted on being with him. Now after taking a fall, you know to come back!"
"Yes, you were right, he's no good. I won't have anything to do with him anymore."
Jiang Yu was taken aback several times.
Nan Jiaojiao, with her eyes low and pleasing, did not argue back. A bellyful of curses was stuck in her throat, clogging uncomfortably.