"Sure! Such a simple request."

I thought Chen Yifei wouldn't hit me anymore, but he just kicked me instead.

He kicked the ball leisurely as he walked, one kick at a time.

He would occasionally glance at his wife.

Zheng Fang's parents sighed: "Xiao Fang, just bear with it a little longer. This is all for your own good."

"Yifei, don't hold personal grudges. Can you be gentler? Xiaofang is in a lot of pain."

Zheng Fang's mother felt extremely sorry for her.

Chen Yifei nodded: "Don't worry, look how relaxed I am. You may look like you're in pain, but I'm not using any strength at all."

"All I can say is that her injuries were too severe."

"I wonder if this bad luck will ever go away..."

Sure enough, after Chen Yifei said those words with "concern," his sixth aunt immediately chimed in.

"That's enough, that's enough. She's dissipated a bit. The first round is over, and now we're going to have a second round of beating her up. We need to use more force this time, otherwise she'll have too much bad luck and won't be able to dissipate it."

After saying that, Chen Yifei looked particularly embarrassed and said, "Then I'll continue."

"Hitting someone is a real skill. I don't usually help people."

"She's your Xiaofang now. We've practically grown up together."

He Runqing laughed so hard when he said that.

She suppressed her laughter and squatted down, afraid that others would see her.

How can my husband be so capable?

So Zheng Fang was like a ball, kicked around by Chen Yifei.

"Comrade Zheng Fang, I'm really sorry, if you won't let me use my hands, I can only use my feet."