Yu Jiangqing returned home and coincidentally bumped into Qian Yikun. Qian Yikun should have just returned from below and was still worn out from travel. He was here to pick up Mo Fei and bring her home.
Mo Fei saw the person who came in and cried out in pain. She walked over to Qian Yikun's side and stretched out her hand to tug at his police uniform that was cut by the dagger. She was relieved when she saw that no one was injured.
"TSK, TSK, tsk. It's not easy for this petty criminal to hurt you."Mo Fei let go of his torn clothes and looked at Qian Yikun with a slightly improper smile. Qian Yikun glanced at her in a moderate manner, "What are you looking at? I Won't mend your clothes."
Alright, Qian Yikun didn't want to talk to his wife anymore.
"Pack your things and go back,"Qian Yikun said. After thinking for a while, he decided to go in and pack her things.
Yu Jiangqing:"..."
"Don't you have hands?"Yu Jiangqing looked down on him.
