Chapter 932 - I Learned from Your Daughter (2/2)

“Yijun, the matter is not clear yet…” Xia Mingzheng tossed his pride aside. On one hand, there was his unconscious daughter; on the other was his agitated wife.

Shen Yijun laughed coldly. “You should know yourself what your daughter is like. Don’t you know if she did it?”

When she was done, she felt her vision blur; and she fell to the floor.

Xia Ruoxin walked into the room behind them. She was tired and wanted to sleep.

“Go settle it.” Lu Jinrong said to his assistant before he walked over to Lu Ke’en.

“Dad, I’ll send you back.” After looking at this, he was really in a bad mood.

Lu Ke’en did not like beating the beaten dog. No matter how annoying Xia Mingzheng was, Lu Ke’en was not that kind of person.

“It’s fine.” He straightened his back. “I’m not so old that I can’t move. Do what you need to; I’ll head back myself.” He scoffed. He walked out of the room, sighing with a gloomy expression.

What was all this? And… He paused and looked at the room behind him with a complex expression.

His Xiaohua had been through a lot.

He had guessed what his free daughter’s identity was. She was that Xia Ruoxin. That was how she knew everything so clearly. Else, why would she imprison Xia Yixuan? The child was still too soft-hearted. Ten days, and that woman was not even hurt. She was just hungry and dirty.

Xia Ruoxin even almost lost her life. As for the Xia household, they would leave it up to her.

She could decide to keep or destroy it.

Xia Ruoxin lay down. She wanted to sleep. At this time, there was a hand on her forehead. She opened her eyes; it was Lu Jinrong.

“What about the people outside?” Lu Jinrong asked her. They could not just leave them there to take up space.

“En…” Xia Ruoxin opened her eyes. “Brother can deal with them. I can’t be bothered.”

“Okay, I’ll handle it,”—Lu Jinrong felt his heart ache for his sister—”but you’re just letting them go like this?”

“No.” Xia Ruoxin closed her eyes again. “That’s too easy. She’ll never get what she wants. I don’t want her to have things easy. I don’t have to do it myself constantly. Her fear and uneasiness… her greed would torture her day and night. She will not rest easy; neither will she rest now. She would yearn for death but not be able to do it.”

Physical torture was one way; psychological torture fared much better.

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