"I don't want to see you again, get out."
Hearing these words, Chi Zaozao was stunned and stared blankly at the man in front of her, momentarily unable to react.
Once she came to her senses, she tried to act as she had before, pretending she hadn't heard, clinging to her lunchbox and shamelessly acting cute with him.
"Husband, try this..."
"I told you to get out, didn't you hear me?"
Before she could finish her words, he shouted at her again, his voice even harsher, and with a sweep of his hand, he knocked the lunchbox from Chi Zaozao's hands onto the ground.
The lunchbox opened, and the fragrant Yangzhou fried rice scattered everywhere.
Chi Zaozao involuntarily took a step back, her heart clenching painfully as she looked at the fried rice spilled on the ground.
Looking up at the man's face again, it was as dark as an ancient coffin, terrifying and frightening.
