"That's your own daughter." Hu Aimei was stunned from being hit. Over the years, she'd been beaten plenty, especially when Li Jianbin lost money and got drunk—he'd always hit her. She didn't care about herself, but had to protect the child.
In her ears, the sound of the child crying echoed. On her body, Li Jianbin's slaps kept coming.
Hu Aimei was anxious, angry, and furious deep down. She'd thought following Li Jianbin at her age would give her a good life, but unexpectedly, Li Jianbin got worse and worse.
"Bitch! Was it you who talked? Was it you?"
Li Jianbin kept thinking about the thousand yuan kickback he lost, his heart hurt like it was bleeding.
Pei Yicheng wanted him to pay ten thousand in damages, and the thought twisted Li Jianbin's heart even more. He went at Hu Aimei even harder.
Hu Aimei fought back, and in a flash, the couple was wrestling with each other.
It all happened so quickly—almost in an instant, the two were locked in a fierce fight.
