"You heard me right," Jian Shichu seemed to think the shock she had received was not enough and added, "I'm afraid of my wife, how did you know?"
Yumo was at a loss for words: "But, but... How could a man like you possibly be henpecked?"
"Why can't I be henpecked?" Jian Shichu glanced at her indifferently: "I love her, so I fear her, fear her being sad, fear her getting angry, fear her crying, therefore..."
He cast a glance at Yumo and Linglong, and the originally noble and lazy air about him instantly became sharp and forceful, "Therefore, whoever dares to make my wife sad, angry, or cry, I will not let them off, no matter who they are!"
Having heard Jian Shichu's words, Yumo and Linglong felt as if struck by lightning and suddenly slumped to the ground.
Just now, when they were kneeling, they still had a glimmer of hope.
They hoped that after Jian Shichu returned, seeing them being punished, he would take pity on them.
