Huang Hongwei tightly clutched the stick in his hand. Seeing his wife's clothes were fairly tidy, the violent air inside him diminished significantly.
"Mengjie, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. It scared me to death."
"Let me go, I must break his leg today."
"Hongwei, Hongwei, calm down, it's really nothing. It's not worth it to make mistakes over such a person." Kong Mengjie held onto her husband, not letting go, watching his face that looked as if he wanted to devour someone.
At this moment, Zhao Zhongshuo suddenly crawled up, shaking his head.
"Zhao Zhongshuo, you court death, how dare you do this to my wife?"
"Ha, she was originally my wife, but was taken by you, the thug."
"You're talking nonsense, that's my wife." Huang Hongwei's eyes turned red, wanting to rush forward.
Kong Mengjie still held onto him, "Hongwei, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive." She smelled blood.
