"What's gotten into you, throwing a fit out of the blue?" Yuanzhou dodged the flying medicine and suddenly felt that something was off about what Huang Qingtian had just said, so he asked another question, "You hit her? What do you mean by that?"
"It was me who hit her, there's no other meaning!" Huang Qingtian continued to sit beside Mu Keren, gently pinching her small hand, while occasionally fiddling with the corner of her blanket.
This version of Huang Qingtian looked like the epitome of a doting husband, quite unlike someone who would hit others, let alone a woman.
But his words just now nearly made Yuanzhou's jaw drop, almost swallowing the White Fox's head whole.
The little White Fox, fearing it would be gobbled up, struggled a few times, freeing itself from Yuanzhou's clutch.
And Yuanzhou couldn't stay put any longer. As soon as the White Fox hopped away, he stood up and asked, "Are you saying you beat up Ming Ai? What the heck happened?"
