But at this moment, she was terrified by Rong Yan's few words, as the explanations seemed to be stuck in her throat, unable to be voiced.
Rong Yan glared at her pale, bloodless face and said coldly, "I think we still need to report this to the police comrades..."
Report to the police? Qin Fulin's wife was truly scared out of her wits now.
"...I didn't, I'm not... I don't beg anymore..."
She scrambled up, then stumbled and ran away.
Rong Yan watched that exceptionally clumsy retreat and indifferently withdrew her gaze before turning to the three kneeling figures, the oldest being fifteen and the youngest around nine.
She stared at the three, "What, do you still want to plead for your evil father?"
The three were not ignorant of human speech and certainly knew right from wrong.
Now that even their mother had run away, what was there left to beg for?
The three quickly got to their feet and took off running...
The crowd:...
Then they turned their heads to look at Rong Yan.
