C317 Dumped

The whip in Xia Lingna's hand that was hanging upside down landed on Mu Xiaoxiao's tender body time after time.

In just a few minutes, Mu Xiaoxiao's clothes, which had already been stained with blood, became wet again.

"Go on!" I like hearing your miserable shrieks. Otherwise, how could you be worthy of my dead child? "

Ever since she came back from the hospital