This end, inside the Spring Return Hall.
As soon as a few people left, the air in the hall suddenly became cold, as if its temperature had been taken away.
Ah Yin stood behind the counter, still holding the feather duster in his hand, and subconsciously took half a step back.
Her shoulder hit the medicine cabinet behind her, making a soft muffled sound.
She looked at Zhao Linchuan's gloomy face, which was almost dripping with water, and her heartbeat suddenly skipped half a beat.
It's over...
Something must have happened!
A-Yan That little traitor said that he loved Aunt Ah Yin the most, and sold her in the blink of an eye.
"Stop!" Ah Yin raised the feather duster and pointed the furry end straight at Zhao Linchuan. Although the voice was loud, the tail end was trembling slightly, "If you have anything to say, just stand there and say it!"
"I... I can hear it!"
"Huh!" Zhao Linchuan snorted coldly and walked towards the counter slowly.
"You, you... you!" Ah Yin's back was firmly pressed against the medicine cabinet, unable to retreat.
She waved the feather duster randomly, drawing a messy arc:
"I-I... I'm warning you!"
"If you come here again, I will, I will go find A-Yan to file a lawsuit against you!"
"Don't think I dare not!"
Zhao Linchuan kept walking and raised his eyebrows high. "You are such a big man, and you actually went to complain to a three-year-old child? Are you still shameless?"
"Then, then... so what!"
Ah Yin retorted stammeringly, leaning sideways and backing up against the edge of the medicine cabinet.
"I'm telling you, if you dare to abuse me again today, I, I... I will cry to A-Yan!"
"I do what I say!"
"Ha." Zhao Linchuan sneered and stopped.
Ah Yin felt happy, there is something going on!
However, Zhao Linchuan stopped not because he was afraid, but because it was too incredible.
He looked Ah Yin up and down, his face full of disbelief. "Ah Yin? You, an old goblin who has lived for tens of thousands of years, actually use a three-year-old child as a shield?"
"Where is your dignity? Where is your moral integrity?"
"What happened to tens of thousands of years?" Ah Yin saw that he seemed to have frightened Zhao Linchuan, and his steps to escape suddenly stopped, and he became more courageous.
She put her hands on her hips, raised her chin slightly, and retorted confidently, "Have you lived for tens of thousands of years and haven't you been beaten to death?"
As she spoke, she transferred the feather duster to her right hand, tapped the palm of her left hand, and took two steps toward Zhao Linchuan.
"Besides." Ah Yin spoke more and more vigorously, his words flying up and down, "Don't you have a little lover in Far North who has survived several catastrophes?"
"Compared with others, I'm so young, okay?"
"In terms of age, she is much older than me..."
"Haha." Zhao Linchuan sneered from between his teeth.
He raised his left hand, grabbed the wrist of Ah Yin's right hand, pinched and turned the index finger and thumb of his right hand, and removed the feather duster from Ah Yin's hand.
"What are you going to do...?"
Ah Yin The arrogance on his face was completely extinguished in an instant, as if someone poured cold water on his head.
She subconsciously struggled with her right hand, but she couldn't get away at all.
Ah Yin felt a chill in his heart, and his body softened almost instinctively.
She bent over slightly, raised her misty eyes and looked up at Zhao Linchuan, her voice was soft and waxy, with a pitiful sense of helplessness:
"Husband, sir... are you hungry?"
"How about I go make you dinner?"
"Make your favorite braised pork ribs and stew a pot of lotus root soup..."
As she spoke, she secretly stretched out two fingers and carefully pried Zhao Linchuan's fingers on her wrist.
I scratched it, but it didn't move. I scratched it again, and it still didn't move...
Ah Yin's eye sockets quickly filled with water vapor, his eyelashes fluttered and fluttered, his lips shrunk slightly, and he put on an expression that was about to cry, and he raised his head pitifully and asked:
"Can you... hit it gently?"
"What do you think?" Zhao Linchuan looked at her condescendingly, his tone smooth and without any fluctuations.
"Okay?" Ah Yin blinked tentatively.
"No!"
Before Zhao Linchuan finished speaking, his right hand had already been raised. The feather duster drew a crisp arc in the air, and he aimed it at Ah Yin's butt and slapped it down.
"Pa--!"
A crisp sound echoed twice in the empty lobby, and chicken feathers flew everywhere.
"Ah--!" Ah Yin jumped up and covered her butt with her left hand. Tears burst out of her eyes instantly. The pain made her gasp, "It hurts! It really hurts! It's not an act!"
"Let go! Let go!" She twisted her wrist hard, twisting her body into a twist, "Stop hitting, stop hitting!"
"Crack!"
What answered her was the second sharp feather duster, which landed in the same position and was just as powerful as the previous one.
"Ah!" Ah Yin screamed again, and the area where the feather duster had been hit was so hot that it felt like it was going to swell through the thin material.
Zhao Linchuan turned a deaf ear, held her wrist firmly with his left hand, strode to the Taishi chair by the wall, lifted up his clothes and sat down.
With a smooth tug, Ah Yin was pulled forward and staggered two steps. He lost his balance and was firmly pressed on his thigh with his belly facing down.
"Woooooooo!" Ah Yin's cry came out muffledly from above her knees. She twisted her body desperately, like a fish pressed on the chopping board, crying out of breath. "If you hit me again, I, I... I really have to go to A-Yan to file a complaint!"
"I really want to go! I will..."
"Pa--!"
It's okay if she didn't threaten, but once she threatened, the blow on the butt was harder than before.
"Ah--!" Ah Yin screamed, his limbs fluttering wildly, his toes kicking and kicking on the ground, knocking over a bamboo basket containing medicinal materials next to him.
"I was the wrong husband, I was wrong... wuwuwu... don't fight, really don't fight, it hurts so much..."
"Hmph!" Zhao Linchuan's hand stopped in mid-air, with the feather duster hanging in the air.
"Where did you go wrong?" he asked loudly.
Ah Yin lay twitching on Zhao Linchuan's knees, with most of her hair loose, and a wet strand of hair stuck to the tip of her nose that was red from crying.
She didn't even think about it, she opened her mouth and answered, "My husband said I did something wrong, that's what I did wrong."
"If your husband says I'm wrong, I'm wrong. If your husband says I'm right, I'm right. It all depends on your husband's decision..."
She sniffed as she spoke, and the desire for survival in her tone almost overflowed the door of the Spring Return Hall.
"It's okay to know you're wrong!"
Zhao Linchuan threw the feather duster in his hand to the side, then raised his palm, slapped Ah Yin's buttocks that had been whipped many times, and asked in a deep voice:
"Do you still dare to threaten me with A-Yan in the future?"