"Hey, what are you doing? Let go of me if you have something to say." In the middle of the night, being dragged around by a woman was unacceptable. Wang Xiaoqiang pulled his arm back, somewhat embarrassed, and said,
Feeling guilty for stealing, he immediately thought of the clothes he had stolen, which probably belonged to this woman's family. But he had never heard of Zhao Erlu marrying a woman from Sichuan. Last time he left the village, Zhao Erlu was still a bachelor.
However, the woman was robust and strong, and Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't break free from her grip. Although he was a powerful immortal, mortals seemed as fragile and insignificant as ants in his eyes. Yet, Earth is a world governed by law, and he couldn't harm others casually, especially not in his hometown. Besides, his status didn't allow him to do that.
Moreover, Wang Xiaoqiang had indeed stolen the clothes, and his guilty conscience left him without the confidence to confront her.
