After breakfast, Song Hanzhang and Song Zihan went upstairs to prepare their swimsuits, and Li Chuan's gaze fell on Yang Xin'Er: "Miss Yang, if even a single hair on them is harmed, I'll make you pay a heavy price!"
Yang Xin'Er curled her lips into a smile and squinted her eyes, "Li Chuan, I've experienced your ways; last night you were enjoying a romantic moonlit night, while I was in unbearable pain!"
"But soon, you'll experience my methods too! Trust me, you'll kneel before me, begging for forgiveness!"
"Sis, Zihan, I'm heading out." Li Chuan didn't bother with Yang Xin'Er's aggressive gaze, grabbed an umbrella, and walked out the house.
Outside, dark clouds loomed overhead, daylight turned to night, thunder rolled, and the moment Li Chuan stepped out the door, a torrential downpour began!
"Let it pour, let it pour, the heavier it falls, the better it can wash the blood clean!"
Li Chuan opened the umbrella and slowly walked toward the community gate.
