"Ah!" Wang Jinhui cried out in pain and threw Su Nian onto the ground, covering his aching groin with both hands.
Su Nian's head struck the low foot of the coffee table next to her, feeling dizzy.
"Damn it! You're asking for it!" Wang Jinhui recovered, grabbed Su Nian by the collar, lifted her from the ground, and gave her a harsh slap across her tender white face.
The fiery pain on her face made her even dizzier, but her hand held tightly onto the bag, trying to reach for her phone inside to call the police.
But as if the man saw right through her intention, he snatched the bag from her hand and flung it away. A few of his lackeys immediately went forward to divide up the contents of the bag.
Su Nian glared fiercely at Xue Qi; she never imagined she would go to such lengths, kidnapping her own son to bait her into a trap.
