C9 Insulting (1/2)

The naive Su Yiheng did not understand the viciousness in her eyes. He used his sleeve to wipe the tears off his face, walked in front of her, and firmly nodded.

He wanted the violin.

”Elder sister is telling you, there's a pile of trash here. You throw them into the trash can with your mouth, so I'll consider giving you the violin.”

The servant at the side laughed out loud.

Su could not understand their intentions. All he knew was that his kind sister would return the violin to him.

The garbage bag was very heavy. He struggled to hold the bottom of the bag, clenching the handle of the bag with his teeth as he struggled to walk forward.

The garbage stank. He had retched many times.

But he wanted the violin. It was a gift from his father, and he had to insist.

”Yi Heng... ”Yi Heng …”

Amongst the noisy crowd, Su An's heart was burning with anxiety.

There was no one at home. Had Yi Heng been kidnapped by a trafficker?

Villa? Yes, the villa. Yi Heng wanted to go back.

Her nails dug into her palms and the blood on her gauze soaked through her T-shirt, but she couldn't care less.

She only wanted to be faster, so that nothing would happen to Yi Heng.

After throwing the rubbish into the trash, Su Yi Heng couldn't care less about the stains on his body. With a face full of anticipation, he ran in front of his mistress, picked up his violin, and looked at her with eager eyes.

Seeing the dirt and grease on his body, she smiled sinisterly. ”Little brother, you did well. Let's do another game. I'll give you this violin, okay?”

Su Yiheng didn't understand. That was clearly his item, but why did he have to do something before he could take it back?

She brought the flying saucer she used to tease her dog with and went out onto the lawn.

She told Su Yiheng that he had to catch the flying discs as best he could when she threw them.

In order to catch the flying discs, Su Yi Heng had fallen several times. His face was pale and even his breathing had quickened.

However, the two of them ignored him and laughed even more heartily.

When Su An ran over to the mansion, Su Yiheng was lying on the ground, holding the Frisbee in his mouth.

Seeing her little brother being toyed with like a dog, Su An's heart was ignited with a monstrous rage.

”Young Master, look, isn't that the pregnant woman who sneaked away?” Just as Uncle Zhao stopped the car, he indicated for the CEO to look towards Su Ran's direction.

The pair of eyes under the sunglasses stared at Su Ran like a hawk.

”Yi Heng, are you alright?” With a pained heart, Su An helped Su Yiheng up, and slowly patted his back.

Suizheng had a heart attack and could not perform strenuous exercise.

She quickly gave him the medicine in her bag, and when he got better and asked her what had happened, the more she heard, the angrier she became.