Chapter 472 Whose Plot - Part 4

• But after all, she practiced, threw me directly to the ground three or two times, without the slightest mercy, and kicked me directly at my ribs.
• She probably ran out of patience, and instead of talking nonsense to me, she grabbed my finger, grabbed a pen, and signed my name on the document. She then grabbed my finger and pressed it on the wound on my forehead.
• For a moment, she pressed her bloodstained finger on the signature of the document, and this series of actions were done in one fell swoop, and she often did such a thing at all.