He furrowed his brows, looking at his wife's hand pinching Lin Caihe's chin, and said.
"Lin Caisang, did you see that? Brother Molian likes me the most. Aren't you going to let go of me quickly, you... Ahh!"
As Zimo spoke up for her, Lin Caihe felt even more triumphant and began to berate Lin Caisang directly. However, before she could finish her sentence, she was greeted by a hard slap across her face.
And the person who hit her was none other than Zimo, whom she claimed liked her the most.
"Changhong."
Zimo's face was cold as he glanced at Lin Changhong beside him.
"Ah, right, right, Sangsang, let go and I'll handle it."
Reminded by his brother-in-law, Lin Changhong hurriedly pushed his sister's hand away. Then, without even using his hands, he directly kicked Lin Caihe in the stomach.
"Handling such a filthy person, how could you bear to touch her? What if you catch some disease? Go wash your hands right away."
He instructed his sister.
"I..."
