Qiann Yan casually picked up the beer bottle next to her and stood up, walking towards Jiang Lid: "Jiang Lid, stop pretending. What's this little plan? There were countless times I've been beaten; I know where to hit, how to hit for it to hurt most without causing trouble. Your head is just a little cut; some medicinal alcohol would do."
"If you really think you can't move, I'll help crack your head open so you can smoothly check into the hospital. But there's no money at home; you'll have to cover the medical expenses yourself."
"I'll count to three, if you don't get up, I'll smash it."
"One, two..."
Before the third count, Jiang Lid hurriedly crawled up from the ground, looking fearfully at Qiann Yan. He felt it, Song Qianyan wasn't joking; she was crazy.
"Aren't you afraid I'll call the police to arrest you?" Jiang Lid threatened.
