Before she could finish speaking, Sui Zimo had already opened the lid of the porcelain bottle and poured an entire bottle of powder over Su Meihua.
Covered in countless wounds as she was, the sudden sprinkle of medicine caused such pain that she curled up, shrieking continuously, and writhed on the ground like an insect, bouncing spasmodically.
"Meihua, Meihua..."
How could Madam Su bear to watch her own daughter suffer in such agony? She wanted to rush forward and hold her.
"If you want to end up like her, go ahead," Lin Caisang glanced sideways, looking at her indifferently, and said.
"I..."
Madam Su was choked by her words, her steps halted, and she gritted her teeth as she watched her daughter in pain.
"Miss, Miss."
In a state of panic and fear, she hurried to Lin Caisang's side, her face filled with alarm and dread as she looked at her.
"We... we... Meihua has already confessed, why do you still want to harm her? Hasn't... haven't you promised to spare us?"