"Instead of worrying about the rapport between Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing, why don't you just count how many years of prison you might face in the future." A man's voice, extremely cold and indifferent, sounded from the bedroom door.
Shi Dongyang turned his eyes in disbelief and saw Jing Jihan walking out from the bedroom door, immediately collapsing on the spot: "You..."
Jing Jihan did not look at him; instead, his gaze landed on Shi Su after coming out.
The little woman, who had been busy packing things in the bedroom, now held a safety hammer in one hand and a high heel in the other. Her hair was messy, and though she appeared calm, her accelerated breathing betrayed her, clearly showing that subduing a physically capable man wasn't that easy. Her eyes were fierce and unyielding, and her hair stuck to the side of her neck, embodying a mix of silent resilience and disarray, a stark contrast to the sweet, bashful state she had inside just a moment ago.
