People instinctively fear the strong.
Tang Chuxia's displayed strength left those people daunted and unwilling to resist.
By the time Tang Chuxia and Gu Beihuai were seated in the village party branch's office, everyone was looking at her with malice.
Tang Chuxia had been waiting until the girl's mother had taken her to change and force-fed her ginger soup, before she slammed her palm on the table in front of her.
With that slap, the entire table shattered.
Under the orange glow of the lamp, everyone's heart turned cold.
That table was made of old elm wood, exceptionally solid, yet Tang Chuxia had smashed it with a single slap.
"If we hadn't come back, would you all have dared to torture a young girl to death privately?"
Her gaze was malevolent, fury surging within her.
Gu Beihuai was seeing this side of Tang Chuxia for the first time.
Normally, she was all smiles and seemed exceedingly easygoing. Besides being a flirt, she had no faults.
