Jiang Jinghao sat down angrily across from Su Qiao and glared at her, thoroughly annoyed. "Don't tell me you got these injuries from falling today."
"Give me his address. If I don't beat him until he's crawling all over the ground looking for his teeth this time, I'll be letting you down for calling me 'big brother' all these years!"
Jiang Jinghao clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms bulging. As he spoke, he rose to his feet.
Su Qiao opened the two small plastic containers on the stone table. Without the slightest hint of politeness, she picked up a fried chicken leg and began eating. Completely composed, she advised him, "Don't go. It won't help even if you do."
"How would it not help? He's only a white-collar worker. It's not as though he can defy heaven, can he?"
Seeing how utterly unconcerned she looked, Jiang Jinghao was practically beside himself with frustration.
She had been beaten into this state, yet how could she still be so carefree? How could she still eat so heartily?
At last, he understood that saying.
The emperor wasn't anxious, but the eunuch was frantic!
Jiang Jinghao could not hold back any longer. He grabbed the wrist of the hand she was using to gnaw on the chicken leg.
When he noticed the injuries on her wrist as well, he quickly let go.
"Bao'er, you can't go on like this. If you keep this up, you'll be beaten to death."
Jiang Jinghao hurriedly sat down again. "Are you afraid that after you get divorced, he'll demand that fifteen hundred thousand yuan from you?"
He had heard from Xiao Jun that when they got married, that bastard had taken out one hundred and fifty thousand yuan to pay for Uncle Su's medical treatment.
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