Intense pain shot through Su Qingfeng, and she screamed in agony. She looked closely. The person before her was none other than that damned beggar who was courting death. That's right, the one who had grabbed her wrist was Lin Xiao.
"You damned beggar, let go of me!" Su Qingfeng roared.
Lin Xiao let out a cold laugh. "You dare to hit my wife? You really have a death wish."
The moment Su Qingning saw Lin Xiao, she felt like a lone boat on a vast ocean finally reaching shore. An inexplicable sense of security washed over her. She didn't even understand why, especially after hearing Lin Xiao's domineering words. Her beautiful, peach blossom-like eyes instantly reddened—not with frustration, but with a profound, unprecedented sense of being touched.
"You damned beggar, are you looking for death? Let go of my wife now!" Li Jinlong roared.
Lin Xiao sneered, "Alright then!"
The words had barely left his lips.
CRACK!
