You Can’t Keep Your Mother’s Coffin Closed
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Feng Tianlan looked on coldly. Tu Xiang had hit Tu Xiupei hard; he was undoubtedly a man who would stop at nothing to obtain power. Nothing else was important to him besides power.
"Father, why hit Yu'er over something like this…"
Tu Xiuyu screamed and cut off Tu Xiupei, "I don't need your fake concern. You killed my child. You will pay for it with your life, sooner or later!"
Tu Xiupei thought about what had happened last night and couldn't help but touch her face. An evil glint flashed in her eyes as she calmly said, "Father, then continue hitting her. Since she hasn't learned her lesson, you might as well beat her to death. Otherwise, she'll drag us through the mud."
Nobody had ever touched her Beautifying Pills or moisturizer. The only person who had touched any of these things was Tu Xiuyu, and that had been around a month ago—exactly the time when her face had been injured, and she'd been using a lot of the cream.