"Where is that despicable woman? Of course, I know, and I'm the only one who knows; no one else does." Su Meihua laughed 'gigglingly,' laughing like a madwoman.
"Do you want to know? Too bad, I won't tell you!
Ha ha, that despicable woman might be suffering somewhere right now, being whipped, slashed with knives and swords, scalded by fire, drowned in water! However painful it can be, that's how I'll make her suffer.
How about that? Does it feel satisfying to hear?"
"You—"
Lin Caisang was furious; this woman really was a madwoman, crazy beyond imagination.
"Do you believe I..."
"Sang'er, don't rush."
Zimo stepped forward and took Lin Caisang into his arms.
He knew that his Sang'er was anxious because, after all, the missing person was her father, the father who had doted on her from a young age and spoiled her to no end.
Now, this woman in front of them obviously knew the whereabouts of Lin Baizhong, yet refused to say anything.
How could Sang'er not be anxious or angry?