He was getting anxious and was about to sit up when Su Qiao pressed him down, forcing him back onto the bed.
The two of them looked as though they were fast asleep.
Little Xiucai was a little confused, but he obediently stayed still. He even stealthily wrapped his arms around Su Qiao in return.
Not long afterward, a sudden bang rang out from the middle of the room.
Only then did the two of them sit up.
Looking at the shadowy figure lying on the floor, twitching a few times before going completely still, Little Xiucai was dumbfounded. "He... he's dead?"
Su Qiao got up and walked over, lightly kicking the man on the floor. She deliberately said, "Dead."
Little Xiucai followed cautiously and shrank his neck. "Sinful, sinful."
"See? You said we should spare people whenever possible, but he wasn't grateful at all. Instead, he harbored evil intentions."
Su Qiao rolled Chu San, who had already gone stiff and unconscious, onto his back and showed his face to Little Xiucai.
"If I hadn't been prepared tonight, we would be the dead ones. And if he had gone after Ding Qiulan first, Ding Qiulan would definitely have died. In that case, we would have been the ones who killed her."
"Wife, I was wrong." Little Xiucai's attitude toward admitting his mistake was exceptionally good and sincere.
"What were you wrong about?"
Su Qiao wanted to use this incident to teach him a lesson.
Little Xiucai thought for a long while before stammering, "I... I shouldn't have shown compassion toward such a vicious and evil person."
"I'll give you credit for being smart." At least he knew what mattered.
Little Xiucai realized that his wife had forgiven him and immediately let out a sigh of relief.
He cautiously walked over,