"You know what I mean. Seriously, although you're not a good man, your wife is quite lucky that she didn't get sick because of you." Zhao Chuchu glanced at Ms. Zhu. "So you can still be considered not bad."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Wu Erlang was furious. "Did she give you silver? Why do you talk nonsense like that?"
"Don't you feel sick looking at yourself? You can think about how your illness came about. I can prescribe you medicine if you want to cure it. Otherwise, just wait for it to fester."
Wu Erlang was instantly like a balloon that had been punctured and was no longer arrogant.
Ms. Zhu gradually turned pale. Although she had not seen it before, she could understand what Zhao Chuchu said.
Wu Erlang was suffering from a terrible sexual disease.
"Mr. Wu, you are going too far with this. She doesn't owe you anything, so why do you have to waste her life like this?"
"What do you mean by that?"
