Su Qiao's eyes gleamed dangerously. She shook her hand and, without hesitation, smack, smack, gave him two more slaps.
That crisp, decisive force was incredibly satisfying to watch.
"Who told you to hang up on me?"
Su Qiao lifted her chin and glared at him, her face full of fury.
Wen Congyuan couldn't believe he had actually been hit—and by a woman he usually held in the palm of his hand, no less.
He threw away the glasses in his hand and rolled up his sleeves. "You actually dared to hit me? Are you fucking crazy?"
Su Qiao couldn't be bothered to waste any more words on him. She rushed over and kicked him hard in the abdomen.
Then she pinned the man to the floor with her knee and unleashed a furious barrage of punches and kicks.
"I told you not to hang up on me... I told you not to curse at me... I told you not to hang up on me... I told you not to curse at me..."
Su Qiao cursed as she beat him, deliberately targeting the most painful spots.
Wen Congyuan was beaten senseless.
He wanted to fight back, but every time he tried to crawl up from the floor or turn over, the leg pressing on his back would slam him back down.
"Ah... you're crazy... you're crazy! How can you hit someone?"
The old woman shrieked and rushed over, trying to pull Su Qiao away like a madwoman.
"You dead old hag, get away from me!"
Su Qiao shoved her straight toward the sofa nearby.
"I'm going to beat him to death! I'm going to beat him to death! Who told him to hang up on me? Who told him to curse at me?"
"You bastard! You hung up on me, and