Hearing Zhao Xinmei's words, Chen Bin felt a buzzing sound in his head.
He stopped in his tracks instinctively.
He knew that the other party was not just speaking casually.
Since there was no escape, Chen Bin could only resign himself.
Quickly putting on his pants, he knelt on the ground.
For the next half an hour, the room was silent.
Only Zhao Xinmei's sobbing occasionally broke the silence.
Chen Bin became increasingly regretful, hanging his head and not daring to look his godmother in the eye.
Soon, Zhao Xinmei finally got dressed.
She endured the pain coming from below, got up, and sat on the bed.
Her gaze was cold as she stared at Chen Bin.
"Come here!"
The latter shivered all over in fear, not daring to get up from the ground.
He could only move to his godmother's feet, dragging his knees along the floor.
Before he could steady himself, Zhao Xinmei slapped him.
Smack!
The sharp pain shot into his mind, and Chen Bin gritted his teeth, not daring to utter a word.
