Someone grabbed her, pulled her hair back, and made Li Sinian see her face clearly.
In front of Li Sinian, they punched and kicked Heather, each punch heavy, each kick seemingly taking half of her life away.
She lay in a pool of blood, barely breathing, completely filthy, no longer the Heather who had interrogated him before.
There was a slight change in Li Sinian's eyes, but it was not obvious.
Luo Xuan was the same, his fists clenched tight, but there was nothing he could do.
He couldn't just stand by and watch Heather be tortured to death, but what could he do now?
Night Hawk stood up, kicked Heather over to him, and stomped hard on her abdomen, looking at Li Sinian with a smile: "Do you know what was inside her before she came here?"
Li Sinian's pupils suddenly dilated, angrier than ever: "Night Hawk!"
Heather coughed up blood from being stepped on.
"I wouldn't know, had she told me it was your child, I wouldn't have needed to do this to her," Night Hawk said innocently.
