I pulled Shen Ting up from the ground again.

She was almost frightened awake by now.

She looked at me as if she had seen a ghost.

But her face was covered in blood, who knows who looks like a ghost.

"I was wrong, please spare me!"

Shen Ting immediately became scared.

I looked at my blood-stained shoes, then looked at her.

"They're dirty. I think you're good at polishing shoes, right?"

Shen Ting's face turned pale instantly. The thugs around her were watching, and she couldn't afford to lose face.

However, as soon as I raised my hand and gave her a slap, she completely gave in.

Spitting blood and crying at the same time.

Kneeling on the ground, she started licking my shoes.

"Is this enough? Please, I beg you to spare me."

I looked at her face, but all I could see in my mind was my daughter's face.

I casually picked up a glass of wine, added some broken glass to it, and handed it to Shen Ting.

Her whole body trembled like a sieve, and she turned around and crawled, trying to run.

But unfortunately, I stepped on her with one foot.

"If you dare to do this to me, my father will never let you go!"

Before Shen Ting could finish speaking.

I covered her mouth and poured it inside...

"How is her father doing?"

I turned to look at Dong Ge.

"Everything has been arranged. We're just waiting for the show to begin."