Auntie can endure, but Uncle absolutely cannot!
Fang Yi strode up to Fang Yingying.
Fang Yingying was scared to death and quickly backed away, only a few steps back until her back hit the wall, causing her intense pain.
But immediately, Fang Yingying assumed a defensive posture and said righteously and firmly, "A gentleman uses words, not fists. If you dare to hit me, kill me to keep me quiet, I won't let you go even as a ghost."
"That'll be something to talk about once you're a ghost," Fang Yi said casually.
With that, Fang Yi raised his hand.
"Oh my, please don't!"
Fang Yingying immediately squatted down, hugging her head, trembling all over.
Fang Yi's raised hand couldn't help but slap his forehead again, saying nothing, turning around and walking back to the sofa, picking up that box of milk and took a couple of sips, instinctively lighting a cigarette.
After taking a couple of drags, Fang Yi couldn't help but cough, so he extinguished the cigarette.
