Gu Jiaojiao's scalding tears were like needles stabbing into Su Shuochi's heart, one by one.
His hatred for those thugs intensified, and he wished he could go back and strangle them to death.
Even knocking out a few of their front teeth couldn't quell the hatred in his heart. How dare they lust after his wife.
Though filled with rage, he saw his wife was in so much pain that tears were streaming down her face, yet she refused to make a sound.
Su Shuochi's heart ached for her. "Honey," he said, "if it hurts, just cry. Don't bite your lip so hard."
Gu Jiaojiao sniffled. "I'm not hurt. Hmph. How dare they come after me. If I weren't so weak, I'd have knocked their teeth out myself."
A lot of the anger in Su Shuochi's heart instantly vanished. "You made that lead thug's head bleed. Honey, you're not weak at all."
It was as if he was under a spell only Gu Jiaojiao could cast; she was the only one who could soothe the rage roaring inside him.
