Patriarch

That night, the sound of a woman screaming in pain came from Cao Dajun's tent. The scream was especially ear-piercing to Qin Lan, as if a knife was cutting her skin.

Sensing that Qin Lan was distracted, Brother Fu pressed the back of her head and stuffed her mouth. "Are you curious about what Boss is doing over there?"

Qin Lan's eyes rolled back. She held back the urge to vomit and did not dare to make a sound.

"He likes to use a stick the most…" Brother Fu smiled evilly and even grabbed her wrist. "A stick the width of an arm entering your body. Don't you think it's fun? Isn't it exciting?"

At that moment, Qin Lan's hair stood on end, and her eyes were filled with endless fear…

"How is it? Compared to Boss, do you still think I'm disgusting?" Brother Fu pinched her hard. Qin Lan did not even dare to make a sound. Her entire body was trembling, and her face was as pale as paper. She was on the verge of breaking down.