"Fuck you, shut up! If you insult me again, I'll beat you to death!" Song Guotao's inner rage was unleashed. As he spoke, veins bulged on his forehead, his face twisted in fury, and a violent aura emanated from him, making him look completely out of control.
But Chen Wenyu was also furious now, determined to vent her anger. She had no regard for caution and felt no fear, continuing to retort, "I have the right to freedom of speech. Who are you to tell me to shut up? You don't even have a proper job right now. It's already pretty good that I'm willing to suffer with you. But you, not only do you not appreciate it, you keep thinking about going back to your ex, willingly degrading yourself!"
"You fucking bitch, you're the one degrading yourself!"
Song Guotao, like an enraged beast, stepped forward, brutally grabbed Chen Wenyu by the hair, raised his hand, and slapped her hard across the face.
