"He beat me and yanked my hair…" Her voice was weak and filled with hurt.
The more Gu Yusheng listened, the more he burned with rage. Afraid that his anger would scare her even more, he balled up his fists and clenched his teeth, forcing himself to hold in his fury.
"He even knocked my head on that wooden arm rest over there," she said, pointing to the sofa.
Although she tried not to be explicit, Gu Yusheng understood that she meant that he had grabbed her hair and smashed her head into the arm rest.
He silently drew in a breath and, while controlling himself, his voice came out coolly. "Which hand did he use?"
She had been too panic-stricken to have noticed details like that so, upon hearing his question, a look of bafflement flashed in her eyes.