Hearing Zhao Xinmei's words, Chen Bin only felt a buzzing sound in his head.
He unconsciously stopped in his tracks.
He knew that the other party was not just talking.
If he couldn't escape his fate, Chen Bin could only resign himself to it.
Hurriedly putting on his pants, he knelt on the ground.
For the next half hour, the room was completely silent.
Only the occasional sobbing of Zhao Xinmei could be heard.
Chen Bin felt more and more regretful, holding his head down, not daring to look directly at his godmother.
It didn't take long for Zhao Xinmei to finally get dressed.
Enduring the pain below, she sat up on the bed.
Her gaze was coldly fixed on Chen Bin.
"Come here!"
The latter trembled all over, not daring to get up from the ground.
He could only shuffle on his knees towards his godmother's feet.
Before he could steady himself, Zhao Xinmei slapped him across the face.
Slap!
A sting shot through his mind, and Chen Bin gritted his teeth, not daring to say a word.
