Line Up for a Slap

Xie Jiuhan looked at the woman in his arms without a trace. He knew very well what his wife was thinking. He naturally knew very well that even if Feng Qing was pretending, as her husband, he had to support her.

Xie Jiuhan stood up and hugged Feng Qing. "Little Aunt, I know you've never liked Qingqing, but it depends on when. She's already hospitalized and is so weak, yet you still attacked her? When did you become so domineering?"

Feng Qing pressed her head against the man's firm chest and barely controlled the corners of her mouth to prevent herself from really laughing. This man was really good at acting.

Seeing Xie Jiuhan frown deeply and look disappointed in her, Xie Yuhuan's heart fell to rock bottom. She opened her mouth but couldn't say a word for a long time. She felt that even if her entire body was filled with mouths, she couldn't explain clearly.