With every sentence she spoke, Feng Ling slammed the woman's head against the ground. Regardless of whether the woman answered, she just kept asking, kept slamming her head.
Gu'er got a clear look. The person whose hair Feng Ling was grabbing and whose head she was slamming into the ground was none other than Zhou Mei. The Zhou Mei of today was thinner and more haggard than before, having lost her former vibrancy. Clearly, life wasn't treating her well. Her forehead was already bleeding, causing tears of pain to stream down Zhou Mei's face, but Feng Ling remained unmoved and continued her assault.
"Have you lost your mind? Why would I hit my own cousin? Let go!"
At that moment, the man in front of them also stood up. Gu'er had seen him once before; it was Zhou Mei's cousin, Zhou Fugui.
So it was the Zhou cousins who had found Feng Ling. And Feng Ling hadn't brought her down to see Li Zhi at all; the Zhous had arranged for Feng Ling to lure her down here.
