The hard skull collided with the floor, making banging sounds. Blood kept flowing from her forehead, down her face and neck, and finally into her collar, leaving a pool of dark blood on the floor.
Yan Luo climbed up from the ground, looking miserable, and glared at Yan Xi viciously. All her rationality was gone now after the humiliation. She only wanted Yan Xi to die with her at this moment.
"Yan Xi, you're really an ungrateful dog. If it wasn't me who protected you in the Yan family, do you think you could have survived?"
"Thank you, Cousin. I'll never forget your kindness."
"Of course you won't forget it." Yan Luo laughed sinisterly. Coupled with the blood that dripped down from her face, she looked spooky.
"Don't you remember how much you loved Zhang Ming? You once knelt down to me, begging me to lend you money so that you could give it to him. How could you forget that? You told me that if I didn't lend you money, you would die with Zhang Ming."