The woman raised both fists and kept pounding on him, venting her anger.
Pei Ji'an stood still like a mountain, letting her vent to save her dignity.
After a few hits on the man's muscular body, Qu Fulan's hands started to hurt. She couldn't even vent her anger and ended up with a work injury instead.
She glared at him fiercely, then turned around in shame and anger, intending to leave. But she was pulled back, her cheek collided with his chest, and then she was completely imprisoned in his embrace. He held her so tightly that she almost couldn't breathe.
"You really have no conscience!" he spoke through gritted teeth.
Qu Fulan initially wanted to struggle, but after hearing this, she stopped moving.
Although he spoke through clenched teeth, she sensed his tension and fear.
