Seeing her husband come over, the flamboyant woman immediately put on an unusually aggrieved expression.
As if Liu Zixuan had just harassed her.
The middle-aged man gently patted the flamboyant woman's back a few times, then turned his angry face towards Liu Zixuan: "Did you bully my wife?"
"If you're an idiot, you might understand it that way!"
The meaning in Liu Zixuan's words was simple, if this man was a bit smarter, he'd surely know what kind of person his wife was. So there was no need to explain anything!
"Whether it's her fault or not, as a man, bullying her is wrong. Just give me a few thousand bucks, and we'll let it slide. Otherwise, don't think about leaving here today!" the man said arrogantly.
"A few thousand bucks?"
Liu Zixuan immediately felt like spitting out a mouthful of soda: "Why don't you just rob a bank? First, I didn't assault your wife, and second, just look at your wife—if you chopped her up to sell the meat, she wouldn't even fetch a few cents!"
