This kind of fear Chu Ting had never experienced in her life washed through her. Staring back at Sun Feiyan, she finally understood why Sun Qiyan never dared to mess with this woman.
Fear ran through her veins, and she resisted from Sun Feiyan, letting out her urge to scream as Sun Feiyan dragged her hair painfully from her scalp towards the restroom's door. The room was filled with Chu Ting's cries for help, but Lu Xinyi remained standing in her place.
Ah, it sounded like a musical was being played at that moment; and the little devil hummed her approval on her cousin's way of torture. In her ears, Chu Ting's screams were far better than the music being played at the banquet hall—though her voice sounded like plates being smashed into pieces on the wall.
Chu Ting could only glare at Sun Feiyan through her watery eyes, but the scorching pain had reminded her that she'd brought this unto herself.