Chen Jing came out of his room, originally standing behind a pillar to watch the excitement. When she saw him pour ice water on Qin Mo, her heart skipped a beat, and instinctively crouched behind a nearby flower bush.
Her movement was too hasty, accidentally knocking ice crystals from the leaf tips into her neck, making her shiver all over.
Chen Jing tried hard to stay silent.
Over there, something else was happening, and the smell of burning flesh wafted over, making her stomach churn. She tried to hold back but finally couldn’t and vomited.
The sound reached Jiang Dongling, and footsteps quickly approached.
Hearing the sound and thinking about what Qin Mo had just endured, Chen Jing staggered to her feet to run, but just as she stood up, her shoulder was grabbed.
“Drag her over,” Jiang Dongling said coldly.
Chen Jing was about to speak when her mouth was firmly covered. The one who came to grab her was a tall man who had been with the second master Jiang for some time and knew he disliked noise, so he immediately covered her mouth when he saw her about to call out.
Chen Jing struggled, and her shoulder was dislocated with a sharp pain almost making her faint. The man took the opportunity to throw her over his shoulder and quickly walked over, roughly throwing her to the ground.
Daring to spy on the second master Jiang, even Madam Yi would not get off easy! Jiang Dongling had originally thought the same, but when he finally looked at the spy and saw her pale face, his heart suddenly trembled.
“Guo’er?” His pupils contracted, and he hurriedly helped her up. When his gaze touched her obviously dislocated shoulder, his eyes reddened, and he stood frozen, “…You, how could it be you?” He suddenly turned back, staring at the man who had dragged her over, his eyes full of killing intent: “Who told you to treat her like this!”
