Leng Youchen discarded the stick and didn't glance again at the trash on the ground. As he passed by Li Dong, his features were cold and deadly serious, "Clean up!"
Back in the sports car, he turned his head to look at the little woman passed out in the passenger seat. Seeing her bruised and swollen face, a storm brewed in his phoenix eyes, filled with ferocity.
"My dear wife, the suffering you've endured these past days, I will make those trash pay back in full!"
He reached out, tenderly caressing her swollen cheek, hiding his self-reproach deeply; he couldn't bear to suffer through losing her again. After a while, he started the car, and the sports car roared off urgently.
