Her body was covered in wounds left by the cane, so hearing Zhao Liang's brutal voice at this moment made her shudder.
Her heart instinctively felt fear, but Zhao Shumin was no longer the weak, easily-bullied little girl she used to be.
She grabbed a kitchen knife and went to the living room window, glaring viciously at Zhao Liang opposite her.
"Zhao Liang, what the hell are you trying to do?"
"Screw you! Got guts now, huh? Waving a knife at your brother? You bitch, do you wanna die?"
Zhao Liang, with his ferocious face and stocky build, looked absolutely menacing. At over six feet tall, he was downright intimidating.
"Screw you, brain-dead idiot!"
Zhao Shumin fired back, showing no signs of backing down.
"You dare insult me?"
Zhao Liang smashed his fist against the window glass, which instantly cracked under the blow. This sight instinctively filled Zhao Shumin with fear.
But she didn't retreat an inch. She knew that acting weak would only invite more abuse!
