Wang Jianjun used to be very afraid of his wife because his father-in-law was very domineering, and he had always held a very low position in this family.
But now, he no longer cared about all that. Having had both hands chopped off, he had already despaired.
Upon hearing Li Ling's roaring, he immediately shouted back, "Li Ling, stop framing me and stop yelling at me, I've had enough of you. Tell me who caused the injuries on Auntie Li! Zhao Pingshun's ribs were broken by high heels; did I do that? The bones on Auntie Li's back, were they crushed by my high heels?"
Li Ling was at a loss for words, and then shouted angrily, "Cut the crap. Wasn't that all your doing? Besides, when I took people over, wasn't it all for you? Are you even a man anymore? You don't take any responsibility. I've done so much for you, and this is how you treat me..."
Wang Jianjun bellowed, "Shut up, you whore. You were nothing but a tramp before marrying me, and now you're pretending to be pure?"
