Mr. Yang's face was slapped to the side. He looked at the sofa for a moment before turning his head around slowly to look at Song Qingchun.
There was anger and resentment on his face, but it also had a cold smile curved on it. Just as Song Qingchun thought he was going to scold her, he suddenly reached out to grab her hair, pull her head up, and slapped her twice on her face.
"You dare slap me? You will pay dearly for that."
The man seemed to have lost his rationality. As he cursed, he slammed Song Qingchun's head heavily against the floor. With no thought of whether his excessive force would hurt Song Qingchun, he tore her clothes apart.
The pain on her head caused Song Qingchun to become dazed. A moment later, she felt something sticky trickle down her face. When the liquid reached the edge of her lips, she tasted blood in her mouth.