Xia Baojun's face finally changed at the sight.
"Call the police? Put down the phone! Can't you understand when I'm speaking to you nicely, huh? Do I have to beat you to make my point?"
Xia Baojun, now furious, raised his hand to hit Yang Caiyun.
But Yang Caiyun was not the least bit intimidated, even straightening her back as if ready to take a blow.
"Go ahead, hit me! Hit me! If you dare to touch me today, I'll send you to prison! There are so many people watching, and there's surveillance in the store; I'm not afraid of having no evidence!" Yang Caiyun said defiantly.
"You!"
Enraged, Xia Baojun raised his hand, ready to strike down, but looking up at the surveillance cameras in the store, he restrained himself and did not follow through.
With resentment, he put down his hand and continued glaring at Yang Caiyun, "Yang Caiyun, do you really want to be this heartless and ungrateful? Do you no longer want me as your husband?"
