Jiang Baobao felt a sharp pain suddenly shoot through her calf.
Her brows jumped violently as she instinctively looked down, only to see fresh red blood slowly streaming down from her calf.
The ground was already in disarray, a complete mess.
The cabinet had been adorned with a decorative vase, which naturally fell and shattered to pieces when Jiang Baobao grabbed the cabinet.
The broken shards of porcelain had cut her calf!
Li Beijue seemed to be jolted by the sight of the red, as he suddenly released his grip.
The atmosphere between the two became instantly rigid.
Jiang Baobao took a deep breath, almost at a loss for words to describe her feelings at that moment.
"Li Beijue."
She spoke in a deep voice, her tone cold as ice as she slowly said, "You know exactly what you've done. The children are not fools. If you hadn't upset them, even if I really wanted to drive a wedge between you, it wouldn't have been possible!"
