Su Qiao stared at the man sprawled miserably on the floor, who was glaring angrily up at her. Suddenly, she changed her mind.
"Don't have him go. Have him go."
Hadn't this man liked ordering the original host to pour him water whenever he came home?
Sometimes, when he was in a bad mood, he would even throw the cup and water at her together.
Today, Su Qiao wanted to switch their treatment around.
Wen Congyuan angrily shoved away the old woman who had come to help him up, then endured the strange pain and climbed to his feet.
But instead of going to the dining room to pour the water, he clenched his fists and glared at Su Qiao with murderous intent.
Su Qiao let out a cold snort, stood up from the sofa, planted her hands on her hips, and glared at him ferociously. "You want to get beaten again?"
As she spoke, Su Qiao rolled her neck and shook her fist, about to advance on him.
Remembering the excruciating pain from earlier, Wen Congyuan felt fear for the first time.
He stared at the woman before him, who felt utterly unfamiliar, gritted his teeth, and forced the words out through clenched teeth. "I... I'll go."
Su Qiao gave a vicious, cold laugh, then kicked him. "Why aren't you going yet? Are you trying to let me die of thirst?"
Hmph, that sounded familiar, didn't it?
That had been the sentence he said most often after entering the house.
Host, you're mighty!!!
444 cheered wildly in the space.
That was exactly how it should be done. In the past, whenever Wen Congyuan came home in a bad mood, he had even made the original host kneel at the door and put his shoes on for him.
When she