Nan Fei felt she shouldn't hold back anymore; there's nothing worth holding back for. Encountering such an unreliable jerk, she ought to use violence to show him her prowess. So, Nan Fei resolutely jumped out of bed, grabbed a pillow, and chased Huo Beijiang around to hit him. The large room was filled with the couple's figures; someone ran away in a fluster, becoming more convinced that his son was not a good bird.
"Honey, stop hitting..." Huo Beijiang pleaded for mercy while dodging, "Honey, you can't be angry like this! Honey, stop it... Honey, I just knew it, once you had a son, you forgot about your husband. Was it wrong for me to dislike Huo Lanshan? Not at all!"
"You say it's not wrong." Nan Fei got even angrier and hit harder, "Was it wrong or not? Do you know it was wrong?"
