Cheng Yaojia had originally not wanted to speak to her husband. Hearing Song Qingshu say that, she could not help casting him a resentful glance before reluctantly walking ahead with her husband.
"Yaojia, did Tang Kuobian say anything before he left?" Lu Guanying still clung to a sliver of hope, expecting Tang Kuobian to have kept his word and made some arrangements before leaving.
"You didn't even ask how I was. The first thing you cared about was Tang Kuobian." Cheng Yaojia's heart grew even colder.
"Aren't you fine?" Lu Guanying said awkwardly, then hurriedly added, "We can't just let him have his way with you for nothing..."
Cheng Yaojia frowned and cut him off directly. "That's such an awful thing to say!"
Lu Guanying was about to say more when something sudden happened. The window lattice of a nearby house exploded, and an old farmer-looking man fled onto the street in panic.
"Watch where you're going!" Lu Guanying was already in a foul mood and could not help rushing forward a few steps to curse at the old farmer's retreating back.
"Get lost!" A furious shout suddenly came from behind him. Before Lu Guanying could react, a piercing pain struck his lower back, and he was sent flying aside like a battered sack.
"Guanying!" Cheng Yaojia cried out and hurried over to help her husband up. Although she had grown thoroughly disappointed in him, they had treated each other with respect for so many years that some affection still remained.
Seeing blood pouring from her husband's mouth, Cheng Yaojia was seized by a profound sense of helplessness that left her hands and feet icy cold. Then she suddenly thought of Song Qingshu. Like a drowning person clutching at a lifeline, she quickly turned toward him. "Young Master!"
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