"Zhao Yang, why aren't you hitting me? This isn't like you at all! Oh, that's right, are you thinking of bursting my car tires later? No problem, go ahead. My car's insured, seriously, go ahead!" Li Jiazhuang shouted arrogantly.
Zhao Yang clenched his fists, wishing he could crush the brick in his grip. At that moment, Tian Xiaorui spoke, "Zhao Yang, I advise you to settle down now that you've returned. Don't stir up trouble every day. You can't fight my husband!"
She strutted past the car, walking with an awkward model's gait, as if afraid no one would notice her Western flair and the crystal-clear high heels on her feet.
She walked up to Li Jiazhuang's side, leaned on his shoulder, and smiled sweetly and blissfully, "My man is the most capable man around!"
Upon hearing this, Li Jiazhuang felt an immediate boost in his status and reached out to give Tian Xiaorui's butt a harsh squeeze.
