As the old saying goes: when tolerance reaches its limit, one no longer needs to endure.
Even though Lin Xiao was terrified of leaving Su Qingning with the impression that he was a violent maniac, he couldn't care less when faced with this seductive vixen humiliating her so brazenly. After all, he was the damn Dragon Lord. How could he possibly allow his wife to be insulted like this?
SMACK!
With a crisp crack, the vixen, Zhao Qingqing, was sent flying, crashing hard onto the ground. She let out a piercing shriek, a sound as shrill as a pig being slaughtered. Clutching a face that was already swelling at a visible rate, she glared at Lin Xiao, her eyes blazing with fury.
She, the esteemed daughter of the Zhao Family, had just been slapped hard twice by a filthy beggar. Zhao Qingqing could not swallow such an insult!
"You useless bunch! What are you standing there for? Tear this filthy beggar apart for me!" Zhao Qingqing bellowed.
