My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!

The only possibility was that he had sold Da Ya and Er Ya!

"You damned bastard, get up!"

Hu’s Clan smashed the silver on Tan Zhengyuan’s head, and a bloody gash appeared on his skull.

Tan Zhengyuan woke up from the pain and, seeing Hu’s Clan’s fierce demeanor, he became even angrier.

"You wicked woman, have you eaten the gall of a leopard? Was it you who hit me?"

Tan Zhengyuan glared at Hu’s Clan with venomous eyes, wishing he could tear her to pieces with his own hands.

With her neck stiff, Hu’s Clan said, "Do you still have a heart? Da Ya and Er Ya are your daughters too; how could you bear to do this to them?"

Tan Zhengyuan’s head was already throbbing with pain, and the quarrel with Hu’s Clan made him want to hit someone even more.