"Who I am is not important, but it seems you were hitting someone?" The man looked at the palm print on Zhong Juan's face, which clearly showed she had been slapped.
Gao Jianshe glared at the man with dissatisfaction and said, "What does our couples' matter have to do with you?"
"I can't intervene, but as a man, how can you hit your wife?"
The man's voice was resolute and forceful. He turned to Zhong Juan and said, "Even if he's your husband, he can't just hit you whenever he wants. You can go to the women's federation to sue him, and if it's serious, you can even call the police."
"Who are you anyway? I'm her husband, what's wrong with disciplining her a little?" Gao Jianshe, upon hearing the man's suggestion to Zhong Juan about suing him, immediately grew unhappy. Pointing at the man, he said, "Let me tell you, stay out of our business or I won't be polite to you."
