Xia Zhisu glanced outside and found it amusing, "Ling Tian'ao, by the looks of it, do you really think I dare to punish you?"
"I just can't stand you interacting with Ou Shaoheng! You've liked him for so many years, haven't you? Why did you let him bring you here? I tried to pick you up, but you refused! In your eyes, is your husband really inferior to your former lover!"
"Slap!" Overcome with anger, Xia Zhisu raised her hand and slapped him across the face.
"Are you sick or something? One moment you suspect something between me and Quanquan, the next you suspect me and Ou Shaoheng! Even if there really was something between them and me, what could you do about it? In my eyes, you indeed are not their equal!" Xia Zhisu shouted, every word dripping with fury.
Ling Tian'ao touched his face, hands on his hips, thinking he's inferior to those two men?!
And she hit him for it!
Ling Tian'ao stood with hands on his hips, finding it ridiculous.
