Xu Wei sneered, "Why would I beat or scold you? I can't kill you anyway."
Her voice was filled with resentment, and Jiang Xun was certain that if possible, Xu Wei truly wished for his death.
He remained silent for a while before saying, "I understand that you're emotionally unstable right now and don't want to talk to me. I can ask your parents to come and stay with you."
Xu Wei looked up at him, "What do you mean by that?"
Jiang Xun replied, "I just want you to feel a bit better."
Xu Wei picked up the bowl from the table and threw it at Jiang Xun's head, angrily shouting, "Seeing you makes me feel worse."
Jiang Xun didn't dodge, and blood started to ooze from his head.
Xu Wei looked on, not afraid, but rather twistedly satisfied.
Jiang Xun asked, "Are you relieved now?"
"No."
"Then throw it again."
Jiang Xun stood there steadfastly.
Xu Wei really considered picking up another object to throw.
