Gu Xichen walked to Jiang Jinxiu's side again, held her hand, and gently blew on it: "Wife, does it hurt? If you need to hit someone in the future, just tell me, and I'll take care of it."

Faced with Gu Xichen's concern, Jiang Jinxiu smiled sweetly at him: "I'm fine. She's the one who insulted you and cursed us. She deserves to be hit!"

The other members of the Yang family who came with Yang's mother, upon hearing Gu Xichen tell them to get lost, acted as if they had received a pardon, and hurriedly staggered to their feet and ran away.

They were afraid that Gu Xichen and his group would change their minds and they would be beaten again.

They had no masochistic tendencies; the man before them exuded a more terrifying aura than the woman who had hit them.

They all knew Gu Xichen; some of them had even been beaten up by him.

To their surprise, the wife this little tyrant married was also a formidable fighter.

As someone passed by Yang's mother, they glared at her and said, "Didn't you say that only Gu Laoda and his daughter were at home?"

Yang's mother was also very angry: "How was I supposed to know they would suddenly come back?"

If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have come.

She didn't even know that this jinx was there.

What are they doing?

Are you just offering yourself up to be beaten up?

Yang's mother is now filled with regret.

Seeing that the rest of the Yang family had run away, Yang's mother instinctively ran after them, but after a few steps, she realized that her son had not kept up.

She ran back and helped Yang Wei run together.

Jiang Jinxiu and the others felt a great sense of satisfaction watching their wounded and disheveled figures fleeing in disarray.

But some people are truly unlucky.

As Yang's mother helped Yang Weigang run to the door, they ran into Yang Dongmei, who was returning home.