For a wealthy lady like Mrs. Huo, who couldn't do any work at all, she would be seriously injured if she fell on the ground, let alone being kicked in her fragile and soft stomach and then falling hard on the ground. This was enough to take half of this delicate wife's life.
She curled up and fell on the ground, holding her stomach. She was in so much pain that her head was covered in cold sweat. Her eyes, which were dyed red from anger, glared at Huo You through her hair. Countless vicious curses reached her mouth, but because of the pain in her body, she couldn't make any sound.
Mr. Huo stood up from the sofa but didn't go to help his wife, who had fallen to the ground. Instead, he strode towards Huo You. He was like an infuriated bullfighter, his face filled with murderous rage.
