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Seeing that Song Haonan was actually attempting to strike her, Qian Ziwei's almond-shaped eyes suddenly turned cold, and she kicked fiercely at Song Haonan.
Thump!
Caught off guard, how could Song Haonan have expected Qian Ziwei to be a skilled martial artist?
With that kick, she immediately sent Song Haonan crashing to the ground.
"What's going on, Ziwei?" By then, Li Changlin had already arrived at the table and immediately turned his head when he heard the commotion.
"Husband, has this guy really submitted to you?" Qian Ziwei stomped several more times hard on Song Haonan's body before she coldly huffed, "He was leering at me and Xi Yao, the bastard deserves to die!"
"What!" Hearing this, Li Changlin's expression darkened instantly, and he stepped over to Song Haonan, bent down to yank him up, and shouted fiercely, "Song Haonan, are you fucking asking to die!"
