Wang Baozhu writhed in pain on the ground, unable to get up for quite some time.
"You!" She clutched her belly with one hand, pointing at Feng Qingxue with the other, her face full of resentment.
Feng Qingxue lifted Xibao's chubby bottom to cuddle him higher, then looked down at her with icy, snow-like eyes. Her voice was tinged with a barely discernible laugh, "Comrade Wang Baozhu, I, for one, can digest anything but injustice. This is the military, not your old neighborhood where you could run wild. You'd better not take my politeness for granted, otherwise…"
She chuckled lightly, leaving her sentence unfinished.
"Sorry, sorry sister-in-law, it's my failing to discipline her properly." Zhu Rong apologized to Feng Qingxue, while hauling up Wang Baozhu, whose face had changed color. He growled, "Wang Baozhu, behave yourself! Didn't you come here to be with the army, not to cause trouble!"
