I listened to my sister's words today.

Jiang Ling approached slowly with steady steps and immediately saw the little guy huddled in a corner, shivering. He was motionless, like a frightened animal.

Jiang Ling reached out and gently pressed the switch on the wall. In an instant, several dim lights in the basement lit up one by one, slightly dispelling the darkness and making the originally gloomy and terrifying environment slightly brighter.

"Do you know? What did you do wrong today? If you can tell me all the mistakes you made today, I might consider reducing your punishment." Jiang Ling's voice was low and threatening, echoing in the silent basement.

Jiang Ling stood there and waited for a while, but still heard no response.

A trace of impatience gradually rose in his heart, his brows furrowed tightly, and then he bent down without hesitation and lifted the small figure from the cold ground.

At this moment, the surrounding light was quite dim, making it impossible for Jiang Ling to clearly see the uncomfortable and painful expression on the little guy's face.

In addition, he was already extremely irritable at the moment and had no time to care about anything else. He just roughly dragged the little guy all the way to the chair next to him and pressed him hard on the seat.

Jiang Ling's eyes immediately fell on the doll the little fellow was holding tightly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Humph! It's already come to this, and you're still in the mood to play with this broken thing? Do you really think I wouldn't dare to hit you?"

Before he finished speaking, he reached out his hand mercilessly, snatched the doll, and then threw it into the corner as if it were garbage.

However, at this moment, Yun Yiruo, who had been silent all the time, seemed to have suddenly suffered a huge shock.

Watching helplessly as his beloved doll, which he cherished like a treasure, was ruthlessly thrown aside, his originally dull eyes instantly ignited with rage.

Then she raised her head, stared at Jiang Ling's stern face, opened her mouth, and bit the other's arm viciously.

This sudden attack caught Jiang Ling completely off guard. He only felt a sharp pain and looked down to see a row of deep teeth marks on his arm.

He bit down completely unconsciously, but when his eyes touched the slowly flowing blood, he could clearly feel how much force he had used in the bite.

In an instant, an uncontrollable rage surged in his heart. Jiang Ling stretched out his right hand as fast as lightning and grabbed the little guy's chin tightly, as if he wanted to crush it.

Then, he forced the tightly closed little mouth open bit by bit.

At the same time, his other hand was not idle either. He stretched out his hand towards Yun Yiru's neck, then exerted force suddenly, pressed his palm against her throat, and mercilessly pressed her whole body heavily onto the chair behind him.

"Didn't I warn you before that if you dare to bite me again, I will pull out all your teeth!" He roared viciously with his eyes wide open.

Before he finished speaking, he freed one hand, grabbed the toolbox on the table, opened it, and took out a pair of pliers that gleamed with a cold gleam.

Then, he once again used his powerful hands to pinch Yun Yiru's chin tightly, forcing her mouth to open wide.

At this moment, Yun Yiruo was so frightened that she lost control of her bladder. Her eyes were bloodshot and she stared in horror at the devil-like man in front of her.

My body began to tremble violently involuntarily, and I felt as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing down on my chest. Breathing became increasingly difficult, and it seemed like I would suffocate at any moment.

Yun Yiruo used up the last bit of her strength and slammed her head into Jiang Ling. With a dull thud, she seemed to have lost all the strength to support her body. Like a tattered rag doll, she tumbled off the chair and fell heavily to the ground.

However, driven by a strong desire to survive, she struggled to get up quickly despite her stumbling steps, and rushed desperately towards the doll in the corner that had just been discarded as garbage.

On the other side, Jiang Ling, who was suddenly hit on the head, was a little dazed for a moment.

I rubbed the place where I was hit, and it took me a long time to come back to my senses. At this moment, a strange feeling surged in my heart: according to common sense, how could I not say a word if I was so scared?

Thinking of this, Jiang Ling's heart tightened, and a bad premonition arose. She hurriedly reached out to turn on the dim light in the basement. In an instant, the entire basement became bright.

In the light, I was horrified to find that the little guy in front of me was sweating profusely, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His originally pink little face now looked as pale as paper.

What is even more worrying is that the little guy’s beige pants were completely wet and gave off an unpleasant smell.

If you listen more carefully, you can hear a slight wheeze amidst the rapid breathing of the little guy, as if a wounded little animal is gasping for breath with difficulty.

Jiang Ling's heart trembled, and she immediately realized that this was an early symptom of an asthma attack.

She immediately put down the pliers in her hand, staggered forward slowly, and tried to soothe the other person by speaking in a slow tone as much as possible: "Sister will not punish you, let's talk, okay?"

Yun Yiruo held the doll in her arms, and with trembling hands, she took out a black pen from her bosom and pointed it at her neck. Her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible: "Don't come over here again. I really don't have any money to pay you back."

Jiang Ling looked at the ordinary mid-line pen in the little guy's hand, and her fear instantly soared. She quickly stepped back, her voice trembling slightly: "Okay, okay, I won't go over. Then put the pen down, okay?" Then she tentatively asked: "Do you still remember who I am?"

"I... I don't know who you are. Please don't come over here. I beg you. I only have this one life left. If you want it, I will give it to you." Yun Yiru's voice was intermittent, as if he had to use up all his strength to say every word.

Hearing the little guy's wheezing becoming more and more frequent, Jiang Ling's heart tightened, and he quickly said, "No, that's not what I meant. Didn't I just back off? I'm not the person you mentioned. I'm not here to collect debts. I'm here to rescue you, okay?"

"No... you are with them... You just wanted to pull out my tooth. I feel more and more breathless..." Yun Yiru's voice became weaker and weaker, and began to be intermittent.

Jiang Ling looked at the little guy's painful expression and felt anxious. While the little guy was not paying attention, he quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, quickly edited a drug information and sent it out.