Qiao Yu laughed.
He suddenly lowered his head, and before Tang Tang could react, he kissed her cheek.
Zong Zheng on the plane saw this scene, threw away his binoculars, and jumped directly from about the height of one floor above the ground.
"Qiao Yu, you bastard!"
"Tang Tang, if I died, would you cry?" Qiao Yu was pulled away, his gaze still fixed on her.
Tang Tang was pulled forcefully from the sand, and a slap landed on her face.
"What do you take me for! I am your husband, how dare you be here with another man!"
Even when the Tang Family made mistakes in the past, no one had ever slapped her.
Moreover, the situation just now was not at all like Zong Zheng claimed.
"Zong Zheng, it's me, it has nothing to do with Tang Tang! Hit me if you have the guts! What kind of man hits a woman!" Qiao Yu was held by two men, blood dripping from his arm where the gun muzzle was pointed.
