"Idiot! That pole was flying straight for you! Do you want to die?" Yan Rusheng was scared out of his wits, and he flared up at Wen Xuxu.
It had been a close call. If the pole had hit her, that idiot would have been paralyzed.
Wen Xuxu had avoided the pole by a narrow margin. Hearing Yan Rusheng's ridiculous howls, she felt her face burning with anger.
She raised her head and blurted out, "The pole was coming for me and not you, you pampered little fellow, why are you the one feeling mad right now?"
Truth be told, he wished she was dead so that no one would rebel against him. He thought of her as an eyesore.
She was right, so why was he so worked up? Yan Rusheng lamented at the way he felt.
Yan Rusheng pondered for a while, then came up with an explanation. "If anything happened to you, Wang Daqin wouldn't give me a good time."
