"That's your own daughter." Hu Aimei was stunned. Over the years, she had suffered many beatings, especially when Li Jianbin lost money or got drunk; he would hit her. Her being beaten was one thing, but she had to protect the child.
By her ear, the crying of her child could be heard, and on her body, the slapping sound from Li Jianbin echoed.
Hu Aimei's heart was frantic, angry, and enraged. At her age, following Li Jianbin, she had hoped to lead a good life, but Li Jianbin had grown increasingly unbearable.
"Bitch, did you let it out? Was it you?"
When Li Jianbin thought of the thousand yuan he had lost, it felt as if his heart was bleeding.
Pei Yicheng even demanded compensation of ten thousand yuan for losses, which made Li Jianbin feel even more pain in his heart, and he hit Hu Aimei even harder.
Hu Aimei fought back, and in a moment, the couple was wrestling together.
The incident happened very quickly; almost in an instant, the two were inseparable in their fight.
