Watching Li Zhiyan walk towards He Tingting's house, Zhao Shumin hesitated but ultimately didn't stop him.
She knew even Zhao Liang couldn't beat Li Zhiyan.
Zhao Zhihao wouldn't stand a chance against him either.
At this moment, Zhao Zhihao was pointing at He Tingting and hurling insults.
"You bitch, it's so late and you're just getting back to cook. When my dad's out, I'll have him beat you to death!"
Upon hearing Zhao Liang's name, fear filled He Tingting's sweet and pretty face, being a victim of domestic violence for so many years.
Deep within her heart, a seed of profound fear had truly been planted.
"Give me two hundred yuan for pocket money now!"
"Mom doesn't have two hundred yuan."
"Stop pretending! I'm going to beat you into submission today!"
Zhao Zhihao clenched his fist and slammed it into the door hard, and this scene filled He Tingting with fear.
