The situation was gradually spiraling out of control, as Bao Ding had no idea what to do.
Whenever he got close to the middle-aged woman, he would be met with punches and kicks, and her nails would scratch directly across his face. What if he ended up disfigured from this?
"Qian Ming, how much longer are you going to make a scene at my house?"
Song Yun asked with a hostile tone.
"Aren't you embarrassed enough? Now go and take care of your wife!"
Qian Ming roared at his younger brother, who sat on the sofa, clueless.
His brother seemed a bit slow, hesitantly approaching his wife with his glasses almost slipping off his face.
But before he could finish a sentence, his wife slapped his glasses off and raked her nails down his face, leaving Qian Ming's brother with a bloody cheek.
"Damn…"
Bao Ding felt somewhat relieved at this moment, thinking that if he had been careless, he might have ended up in the same situation!!!
"Wife... let's go home and talk..."