Liu Hong, flanked by his bodyguards, strode in with his head held high.
"Husband!" Song Qing rushed over excitedly, wrapping her arms around Liu Hong's waist and asked with concern, "Why are you here?"
"Does your hand still hurt?"
After being smashed by Song Yu, Liu Hong's hand had undergone treatment and was ultimately saved.
However, he would never be able to lift heavy objects with this hand for the rest of his life.
It was his sore point, and he hated it when others brought it up.
With a carefree grasp, Liu Hong wrapped his arm around Song Qing's waist and walked towards Song Bingyun with a ferocious expression, saying, "Even if it's broken, it's still better than a useless bum who lives off a woman!"
"Miss Song, am I right?"
His twin blood-red eyes stared fiercely at Song Bingyun like a starving wolf.
Confronted with those bloodshot eyes, Song Bingyun felt a bit scared.
She spoke fearfully, "Liu Hong, what do you want to do?"
