Ning Ge's grip grew tighter and tighter until Chiang Qing's face turned pale, with tears welling up in her eyes, on the verge of falling.
"Let go!" Chiang Qing's voice trembled as she demanded, trying to pull her hand back, but he clamped down on it even harder.
Her hand hurt so much that tears fell. Chiang Qing shouted, "Ning Ge, do you still want to hit a woman? My dad won't let you off, and your elder brother will suffer too."
"Tsk tsk, a woman can only do so much. At every turn, she calls for daddy. Chiang Qing, are you a three-year-old child who can only cry when you can't get candy? Beaten and then running to adults for help—I thought you had some tricks up your sleeve, but that's it!" Ning Ge glanced at her, his grip loosening with a push, causing Chiang Qing to stumble back two steps.
Her wrist was a patchwork of blue and red, soon to turn into a bruise.
