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Justice prevails everywhere, but ultimately this saying is just a wishful thinking.
Because the wicked never reason.
To reason with them is to insult "reason" itself, and it's a sacrilege against the good.
This is a lesson Xiao Ming's master taught him in prison in his previous life.
Whether Zhou Aifeng really drugged someone is not the point.
The mere fact that she made Jiang Xue cry so heartbreakingly is enough.
"You... you bastard... How dare you hit me? Son of a bitch, I fuck your..."
Zhou Aifeng was in good shape; even after being kicked away, she sat up quickly, her curses full of vigor.
As a son-in-law, Xiao Ming certainly had to serve her well.
He walked straight over, swung his arm, and slapped a hand across Zhou Aifeng's face, sending her hair into disarray and her teeth loosening.
"Your mom..."
Slap!
Xiao Ming backhanded her with another slap.
"Murder..."
Slap!
"Help..."
Slap!
"Yonghan..."
Slap!
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