Yang Dahe had exhausted himself beating her, drenched in sweat, before he finally stopped.
"I'm going to take the towel off now. If I hear you dare to scream out loud, our business isn't finished!" Yang Dahe said, before untying her and removing the towel.
Feng Chunhua didn't dare to cry out loud, sobbing softly, "Why? Why did you hit me?"
"Reflect on yourself. When I get back, we'll continue our talk," Yang Dahe said, throwing the towel over his shoulder and picking up the basin to leave.
Just then, colleagues from the same building were returning from their meals, and upon seeing Yang Dahe drenched in sweat, bare-chested and gasping for air, they exchanged smiles.
"Old Yang, you're quite spirited for such a hot day!"
"We were eating, and you were really putting in the effort! I bet the sister-in-law is happy, huh?"
"Get lost!" Yang Dahe glared at them and carried his basin to take his shower.
