Would he end up being beaten to death by Yang Xueqing later?
He hesitated for a long while before finally walking into the yard and knocking on the living room door.
"Who is it?"
A displeased voice came from inside, belonging to Yang Xueqing.
"It's me, Lin Tian."
Thump, thump, thump—the sound of footsteps approached from inside, making Lin Tian want to turn tail and run.
You can run from the first day of the month but not the fifteenth, sooner or later I'd take the hit, go for broke!
So Lin Tian braced himself and stood firm at the door without moving.
The moment the door swung open, Yang Xueqing was there, wielding a frying pan, ruthlessly swinging it down on Lin Tian's head and face.
Lin Tian quickly raised his arms to protect his head, but his arm still throbbed painfully from the frying pan's blow.
Seeing that Yang Xueqing was about to strike again, Lin Tian hurriedly dodged, but the woman mercilessly chased after him.
