Li Baojun didn't expect to see Su Chanjuan here. He was stunned for a moment. By the time he reacted and wanted to close the door, it was already too late.
Su Chanjuan's fist flew towards Li Baojun's face, directly smashing into his nose bridge.
A dull pain rushed to his head. Li Baojun felt a burning sensation in his nose, and a stream of liquid uncontrollably came out of his nose.
He hurriedly touched his hand, which was covered in red.
"Su Chanjuan, you're f * cking crazy!" Li Baojun covered his nose and scolded her angrily.
Su Chanjuan didn't waste any time talking nonsense with him. Her anger had already reached its peak. Her gaze fell on Su Xiuhe, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room with her mouth agape. She lifted her leg and went into the house.
The old woman heard the commotion and rushed out of the house. When she saw Su Chanjuan about to enter, she was so frightened that she hurriedly said to Li Baojun,"Son, stop her!"
