"Yes, yes, yes, Master, don't be angry. This person is just brain-dead, jealous of others' good fortune! Please don't bother yourself with such people. Your health is what's most important!"
As the personal attendant arranged by the old man's sons, his top priority was still the old man's health.
After letting his men beat Qin Jinfang for a while longer and seeing that she no longer had the strength to yell, the old man finally called a stop.
"That's enough, don't waste any more time. Let's go home."
The old man got into the car and drove away, leaving Qin Jinfang groaning and whimpering on the ground, her face swollen like a pig's head.
It took a long time before Qin Jinfang shakily got up from the ground.
By then, the old man was long gone.
Biting her teeth in anger, she cursed, "That stupid fucker! Serves him right for losing money along with Qin Peifang! Pah!"
"Son of a bitch, can't even bear a son! No one to attend his funeral!"