Wen Congyuan clenched his fists, struggling to suppress his anger. "What kind of attitude is that?"
Su Qiao stopped and looked utterly arrogant. "Heh, this is my attitude. What, are you dissatisfied?"
"Then come at me!" Let's see who ends up suffering.
Seeing that the two were about to start fighting again, Old Madam Wen hurried out of the kitchen and grabbed her son's hand tightly, anxiously signaling at him with her eyes.
"Xiao Yuan, Xiao Qiao hasn't gone shopping in ages, and the weather's getting hot too. It's perfectly normal for her to buy some summer clothes."
Looking at the arrogant, smug Su Qiao, Wen Congyuan suddenly recalled what had happened last night.
The places on his body that still ached faintly reminded him that Su Qiao was no longer the same Su Qiao he used to beat and berate at will!
Besides, there was one thing that he cared about deeply.
He had quite a few bruises on his body, especially on his back.
Strangely, though, his face and neck, along with his hands and feet—all the exposed areas—were completely uninjured.
He felt that she had done it deliberately.
If that was really the case, then her thoughts were not as simple as he had once believed.
"Remember to tell me before you go out next time, so I won't worry."
Wen Congyuan decided to observe her secretly for a while first.
That was the decision he had reached after thinking about it all day.
He loosened his clenched hand, adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and walked toward the dining table.
When he passed Su Qiao, his expression was unusually gentle. "Let's eat! You've been out shopping for most of the day. You must be hungry."
*Host, something's wrong. After suffering such a huge