She shoved him away and shook her hand, which had been bitten until it bled. "Why the hell did you bite me? Are you a dog?"
She had kindly given him medicine, yet he didn't appreciate it.
If she'd known, she wouldn't have hurried so much. She should have let him suffer a little first.
Although Jiang Han had been shoved into the wall, the taste of blood in his mouth made him laugh with savage satisfaction:
"Hahahaha, you're right. I really am a dog—a dog raised by your Su family, by you, Eldest Miss Su. A mad dog you can beat whenever you want and throw away whenever you feel like it."
From now on, Jiang Han would become a true mad dog and kill everyone who looked down on him or wronged him.
"Shut up!"
After running through the woods for several hours, until her clothes were soaked with sweat and her legs ached, Su Qiao had ended up getting bitten. Her mood was extremely foul.
She decisively gripped his jaw hard, then poured the medicine from the little bottle down his throat.
"Swallow it. I don't have much patience."
She had spent two or three hours preparing this tiny bottle of medicine.
If this bastard dared spit out even a drop, she would make him pay.
Caught off guard, Jiang Han was nearly choked to death. To make matters worse, the woman's grip was incredibly strong.
Just as he was about to fight back, both his arms were pinned down by a leg wearing a black, knee-high leather boot.
Host, you need to leave quickly. Those people have already reached the vicinity. They might find this cave in ten minutes or so.
Also, Host, this is your man! How can you be so fierce to him? And