Han Luoli drove all the way, listening to the sweet, soft voice from the passenger seat.
"You're my husband, you're my husband..."
The big man was in a very good mood, removing the threatening big hand from Gu Xiaoer's neck: "Baby, good girl!"
"..." How could she not be good, her neck was in his hand.
"Da Luoluo..."
"Why did you stop? Keep talking." The man's right hand threateningly reached towards Gu Xiaoer again.
Finally got their son out of the way; it'll be him and his wife's world from now on.
Just the thought made him feel great.
Gu Xiaoer pleaded repeatedly: "Husband, husband, I have something to say!"
Han Luoli didn't listen, squinted his eyes, and pointed a hundred meters ahead: "The hotel is just up ahead."
Saying that, the man turned on the indicator, ready to carry out his punishment plan.
"No, no, no! I really have to say it! It's about Yun Tang!"
"Yun Tang?"
"It's really about Yun Tang!"
