Holding the two torn halves of her pants in hand, Xia Weibao stared blankly at them, looking left and right.
Her brain completely froze.
Who am I? Where am I? What have I done?
Meanwhile, Lu Hualiang's face darkened magnificently.
His teeth clenched with a grinding noise.
Xia Weibao, you're really something, tearing apart a genuine leather belt handmade by a top Italian master craftsman!
Could your destructive power be any stronger?
Thinking of her past "glorious deeds," Lu Hualiang suddenly found himself unable to swear at her.
She could smash a car; what was a belt to her?
Yet, she truly knew no bounds!
It was bad enough that the belt was torn, but she also ripped his pants—how was he supposed to go back now?
Just as he was about to explode, he noticed her dumbfounded expression.
Lu Hualiang suddenly felt that with such a silly wife, he couldn't get angry.
Xia Weibao's eyes widened as she turned her head and attempted to leave.
