บท 142: This Man Doesn't Deserve to Live

"Bah, spare you? What about your father? Your mother has been dead for a long time, and I am alone with no woman around. Going to the brothel costs money, but raising you also costs money. How do you expect your father to manage, huh?"

"Dad, I'm your biological daughter!"

"Hah, right now, I just want to enjoy myself. What daughter? As long as it makes me happy, I'll even do my own mother."

Qiao Mai's hands trembled at the door in fury. She swiftly entered her space, changed into night clothes, and covered her face before returning. She witnessed the man tearing the girl's clothes.

Feeling furious, she pulled out a thick wooden stick and delivered a few fierce blows to his head.

The man collapsed onto the girl and stopped moving. Qiao Mai had been careful not to draw blood but still took his life.

She stood in the room, kicked the man with her foot, and saw the frightened look on the young girl's face.