In the main hall, three or five women attacked from both sides and pressed the girl brought by Han Shuo to the ground, forcing her to kneel.

The girl who had a neat makeup just now now had red and swollen cheeks, and finger marks could be vaguely seen, and even her filled nose was crooked.

This shows how ruthless these people were.

And Song Qing, at this moment, was sitting in front of the girl, drinking tea leisurely.

Condescending.

I knew Song Qing was ...