Hearing the man's cries for help, Xiaoxiao's eyebrows twitched repeatedly. Was this guy really asking for help? Or was he trying to flirt? And did he just call himself a pretty boy? Pretty boy, my ass!
Such words were enough to infuriate Yang Ming. His fists clenched tightly as he roared angrily at the man, "If you dare hit on my wife again, I'll beat you to death."
If he wasn't trying to avoid messing up his wife's plan, he would have broken free and punched the guy long ago. No way he'd let him keep rambling on nonsense like this.
"Beauty, you have to save me, your husband wants to beat me up, and they want to burn me."
"Beauty, my life depends entirely on you."
"Beauty, how can you bear to see me getting beaten and burned?"
"..."
"..."
If Xiaoxiao had a needle at that moment, she really wouldn't hesitate to sew the man's mouth shut. Why was his mouth so damn annoying? Didn't he know that trouble comes from the mouth? He just kept talking, deserving to be burned alive.
