Li Hongjun glared with bull's eyes at his wife in his arms, grinding his teeth as he said, "In your dreams! You're my wife, Pangpang is my son; you both have to be with me. Wanting to throw me away? Keep dreaming. I advise you to strangle such thoughts immediately." He wasn't angry at first, but as soon as he heard that his wife wanted to take the child and leave him, he couldn't hold back his anger anymore.
"Psh, scared of you? Am I?" Shen Yunfang was far from scared of him; he was a paper tiger.
"Fine, fine, you've got some nerve now, huh? Let's see how I deal with you." Li Hongjun looked around, but with no suitable household item to use, he had to make do with himself.
"Hey, what are you doing, let go—ah, haha, that tickles to death..." Shen Yunfang didn't expect this man to be so despicable, his big hand relentlessly tickling her in her armpits.
"Are you still running, huh? Are you still running?" Li Hongjun said angrily as he scratched her even harder.
