Yao Zhiqing was taken aback by Wu Jingjing's harsh words, her face stiffening as she set down the food and stood there somewhat indecisively.
Wu Chengzu frowned, "Wu Jingjing, speak properly!"
"I am speaking properly!" Wu Jingjing glared at Wu Chengzu, "Birds of a feather flock together! What else but a slut could the woman by the side of such a drug kingpin be!"
Wu Chengzu's hand was just about to strike but stopped mid-air, slowly curling back into a fist. He couldn't bring himself to slap her. Bai Yiran's words from earlier kept echoing in his mind.
He walked to the table, placed the food into a bowl, and walked over to Wu Jingjing, preparing to feed her with a spoon.
Wu Jingjing kept resisting Wu Chengzu. Even when Wu Chengzu placed the spoon near her mouth, she refused to open it.
