Jia Liang seemed to notice something, lowering his head to glance at his fist and sneering mockingly, "What's it going to be, you wanna fight back? Come on, hit me, Grandpa's telling you to hit. If you don't, you're not a man. Daring to hit a woman but too chicken to hit a man, you're nothing but a coward."
Zhang Wenbin knew even if he made a move, he wouldn't stand a chance against the opponent, and he wouldn't even be able to touch his clothes; instead, he'd just get beaten up even more.
Suppressing the humiliation in his heart, he spoke in a low voice, "What exactly do you want? Qin Juan is my wife, what does it have to do with you?"
"You're wrong, Qin Juan isn't your wife anymore, she's your ex-wife," Jia Liang corrected, "And she won't have anything to do with you in the future."
