Zong Zijin's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at Shen Qiang with full of questions.
Shen Qiang raised an eyebrow calmly, sighed, and said, "About three or four days later, that little thug found some friends from society, and after a late-night self-study class, they took the girl he pursued unsuccessfully away in a van."
"They beat her and tormented her with swords. What was even more outrageous was that, to prevent this incident from being known, they put her in a bag, tied it with stones, and threw her into the reservoir!"
Looking at Zong Zijin, who was pale-faced, Shen Qiang smiled with a sunny expression, "Do you know, Zong Zijin? I am someone who naturally likes to use a smile to cover nervousness and anger, but until the day the little thug was finally sentenced to death, for more than a year, I never smiled once."
