When Jiang Pan Die saw Tong, she was slumped over in a chair made of mahogany, her expensive clothes covered with dirt and blood, her head drooping, already unconscious.
Even though she was mentally prepared, seeing Tong like this still gave Jiang Pan Die a fright, but she didn't blame Lin Tian, after all, this was all her own doing.
"She betrayed you and nearly ruined your future. Whatever you want to do to her, I wouldn't think it's excessive. You decide how to deal with her," Lin Tian said softly in her ear, "but don't be too soft-hearted."
"I understand."
Jiang Pan Die nodded, took a deep breath, and walked towards Tong. As she got closer, she could still smell a rancid odor from her, even her hair was matted together.
Seeing her sister, whom she had been close with day and night, fall into such a state, it's not true to say Jiang Pan Die wasn't sad. If Lin Tian hadn't helped her vent her emotions earlier, she wasn't sure what she would do now.
