Yu Er-ye's obese body in that instant was like a clump of cotton wadding being directly smashed against the wall, and he had hardly come to his senses when Yanshen directly landed a punch on his abdomen, causing him to retch reflexively, his vision going dark.
"Yanshen... I didn't do anything to her... stop hitting me!"
That punch from Yanshen had no restraint whatsoever, and Second Uncle Yu felt as if his spleen, stomach, and kidneys were about to be punctured through.
Yanshen's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his eyes dark as ink, reflecting his twisted expression.
"Yu Jianguo, what did you want to do to her?"
Second Uncle Yu couldn't utter a word, his face turning white from the pain.
He could only shake his head, feeling almost suffocated under Yanshen's oppressive gaze.
He knew Yanshen meant business with those eyes, eyes he had seen three times before on him.
The first was when he had forced himself on his mother; back then, he was only eighteen years old.