As she spoke, Su Qiao looked at Wen Congyuan with eager anticipation, then turned her gaze to the old lady.
It was as if she was wondering whether she should pick someone else to beat up properly and vent her anger.
Wen Congyuan's brows drew even tighter, but he did not retreat.
The old lady, however, was scared witless and hurriedly said, "Xiao... Xiao Qiao, hitting... hitting people is wrong."
Su Qiao glared at her righteously. "How is it wrong? Doesn't he hit me all the time?"
"Didn't you say before that everything would be fine as long as you let him vent his anger?"
"I'm venting my anger now too. Look, aren't I fine now?"
The more Su Qiao spoke, the more convinced she became that this was exactly how things were.
At least, that was what her face showed.
Heh, sometimes, only a villain could deal with another villain.
When it came to domestic violence and a twisted family like the Wen Family, one had to be fiercer than them and act even more deranged.
"Huh? It's already six o'clock. Time for dinner. I'll go cook."
As if she had genuinely vented her anger and felt much better, returning to normal, Su Qiao glanced at the European-style clock on the wall. Then, with a peaceful expression, she rose and walked toward the kitchen.
"No, no, no, I'll do it. I'll do it. You rest, you rest."
How could the old lady dare let her into the kitchen?
What if she came out with a knife and started hacking at people?
Su Qiao looked at her gently. "Let me do it. You're so old already. How could I make you do it?"
"Besides, didn't I always cook before? I'm used to it."
"Xiao Qiao, well..." The old lady blocked