Zhao Xiulan watched as her own man got kicked to the ground. She didn't feel any pity, but rather a sense of satisfaction.
She thought, she really couldn't hold it in anymore.
Her original life was so free and easy, how did she make herself so humble for a man.
"You dare hit me?"
Wen Ran raised her fist, "Try to understand, I never hit people. I usually hit animals. If I really hit you, I suggest you reflect on yourself."
"You..."
"I'm your daddy~"
Wen Ran walked over with a smirk, kicked him again, and turned to Zhao Xiulan, saying: "What's the point of keeping a man like this? Waiting for the New Year?"
"I know," Zhao Xiulan sighed and looked gratefully at Wen Ran, "Thank you."
"No problem," Wen Ran waved her hand, "Anyway, I've already stirred things up. What to do next is up to you."
After saying that, Wen Ran looked down at the time on her wristwatch.
It's not early anymore.
"Alright," she patted Zhao Xiulan's shoulder, "I'm going now, good luck."
