When Bruce returned, he saw Hilla standing in the living room with a baseball bat in her hand. Her small face had a complicated expression.
Bruce swept his gaze across the sofa in the living room. He furrowed and a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes. However, he still said with a gentle and soft voice, "Why aren't you resting in your room? Didn't you feel sluggish recently?"
"I didn't want to move a few days ago. Now I want to have a stretch!"
Hilla gritted her teeth as if she had just made a deep hatred.
Bruce felt her anger and raised his eyebrows, "Who made you angry?"
Hilla noticed Bruce said this with a low voice. She was stunned for a moment and said, "What will you do if someone pissed me off?"
"Of course, I need to make my wife happy first, and then..."
"And then what?"
Hilla raised her eyebrows, waiting for Bruce to continue.
At the thought of that bastard Titus, she could not help but want to smash him with a stick.
