Qin Xiangmei, oh Qin Xiangmei, Qin Xiangyang gritted his teeth and sneered coldly, "You still have the mood to put on makeup and change clothes now, Song Wang, your husband, your man is still in the hospital. You almost beat him to death, why aren't you worried if he really dies? If you don't compensate for his life, it's no one else—it's your husband, the man you were supposed to spend your life with. You know very well how he has treated you; he found your brother a job, got your brother a wife, and built a house for your family. Such a good man, in your hands, Qin Xiangmei, has been completely spoiled. A perfectly fine person, almost smashed to death by you, now still unconscious in the hospital, yet you don't go to see him?" Qin Xiangyang really wanted to kick Qin Xiangmei hard.