Not a trace of mercy.
This was what Ning Wanru deserved.
Over the years, she had harmed countless people.
And in the past life that no one knew about, Ning Wanru had destroyed her entire family.
Even if Ning Wanru died a hundred times, it wouldn't quench the hatred burning in Gu Qiaoqiao's heart right now.
Gu Qiaoqiao stood motionless in front of Ning Wanru.
Ning Wanru was hanging on to her last breath at this moment.
But it was this very breath that was keeping her from dying.
Ning Wanru had never imagined this old thing could be so cruelly ruthless.
Gu Qingfeng stood at the doorway, leaning on his cane.
Gu Qiaoqiao stared unwaveringly at the old woman before her.
Seemingly sensing the sharp gaze upon her,
Ning Wanru struggled to open her eyes.
She saw, under the dim light of the basement, the beautiful young girl looking at her with a smile that was not quite a smile.
She clenched her teeth tightly.
Sounds of gurgling came from her throat.
