No one thought that Ye Jian was wrong. With what Sun Dongqing said just now, any households that had children at home, would have knocked on the door to look for a fight.
The sun was high in the afternoon. It was so hot that the cicadas on the trees were like dried leaves. They would chirp a few times occasionally before becoming silent. Sun Dongqing, who was leaning against the wall of her house, panted heavily. She didn't even know when Ye Jian had left.
Sun Dongqing, whose face was still pale after being exposed to the sun for at least ten minutes, stood up with trembling legs. Before she could stand up, she fell again. She sat in the pool of liquid that she spilled. She didn't care about shame anymore. She just wanted to go back to her house and lock the door.
She was afraid. She was really afraid!
Ye Jian really wanted to kill her just now!
