"You didn't hear wrong," Jian Shichu seemed to feel that the blow she had suffered wasn't enough and added, "I am indeed afraid of my wife, how did you know?"
Yumo was at a loss for words, "Bu-but… How could a man like you be henpecked?"
"Why can't I be henpecked?" Jian Shichu glanced at her indifferently, "I love her, so I fear her, afraid that she will be sad, angry, shed tears, so..."
He swept a glance over Yumo and Linglong, the originally noble and indolent aura around him instantly became sharp and pressing, "So, if anyone dares to make my wife feel sad, angry, or cry, I will never let them off, no matter who they are!"
After hearing Jian Shichu's words, Yumo and Linglong felt as though they had been struck by lightning, collapsing weakly on the ground.
When they were kneeling on the ground just now, they still harbored a glimmer of hope.
They hoped that once Jian Shichu returned and saw them being punished, he would feel pity for them.
