Li Xiaobao's face twisted into a grotesque expression. He clutched Zhao Yaqian's neck with both hands, tightening his grip. Zhao Yaqian's eyes widened immediately, and she continuously twisted her body, her legs clamped together.
Her eyes fixed on Chen Dashan as if pleading for help, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Hahaha…" Seeing that Chen Dashan and the others didn't dare to step forward, Li Xiaobao laughed wildly, staring provocatively at Chen Dashan: "What's the matter, scared?"
"Feeling sorry?"
"After all, she's your woman. A hundred days of grace for just a day of marriage, isn't that right?"
Li Xiaobao sneered lewdly, lowering his head to glance at Zhao Yaqian's heaving chest. He felt it was an eyesore, his heart filled with rage. Suddenly lifting his head, he yelled at Chen Dashan: "Chen Dashan, kneel before me, or I'll strangle her!"
Li Xiaobao suddenly lost control, yelling madly.
