Zhang Qin was frightened by Wang Xiaoshuai's words.
"Xiaoshuai, you promised you wouldn't act rashly, please, don't kill him, he is still the father of my child!"
Wang Xiaoshuai snorted coldly through his nostrils and said in a frosty voice, "Hmph! Zhang Qin, look at the wounds on your body. Did Guo Wei ever think of you as his wife?"
"Did he ever consider that you bore him a child?"
Seeing Wang Xiaoshuai pointing at him and scolding him painfully, Guo Wei kept backing away in fear.
Suddenly, his hand seemed to touch an axe used for chopping firewood, and he quickly gripped it tightly, looking at Wang Xiaoshuai with a face full of terror.
He was very clear that he couldn't possibly beat Wang Xiaoshuai, but he never thought that Wang Xiaoshuai would actually make a move against him, and his heart was filled with extreme fear.
"Wang Xiaoshuai, I know you're skilled, but you have no right to lay a hand on me!" Guo Wei said, terrified.
