"I'm out now, aren't I?"

Chen Shanlou snorted coldly: "If it weren't for me, would you have been able to get out so quickly?"

"I told you before, before you hit someone, think about whether the other person can withstand your strength. Don't think that you can solve all problems just because you are strong."

“You seriously injured seven people this time, three of whom are hospitalized and one is in critical condition. Even if you were in the right, you cannot kill them. If any of them die, it will be considered excessive self-defense. Even if you get a reduced sentence, you will still have to spend several years in prison.”

Xia Baozhu put her arm on the car window, propped her head up, and remained silent.

Chen Shanlou had said this to her more than once, and also told her to be careful when she made her move.

But when anger flares up, she can't control herself.

Perhaps she wasn't suited to running a shop; she never imagined the business environment would be so terrible. She'd rather stay home and focus on writing.

Perhaps because she has experienced few setbacks, this matter seems particularly serious to her, and a sense of retreat arises in her heart.

Seeing that she was silent, Chen Shanlou did not continue lecturing her. A real lesson is more convincing than any preaching.

He should have hardened his heart and let her stay inside for another day so she could think about her problems.

If having strong fighting skills allows one to act with impunity, then does that mean people with guns can kill people at will?

When they arrived at her shop, Xia Baozhu asked, "Why did you help me?"

"Because you're beautiful." Chen Shanlou looked at her with a smile in his eyes, but the smile wasn't ambiguous; it was more like a joke.

This answer surprised Xia Baozhu, and Shen Shanlou's attitude left her even more confused.

This kind of unfathomable person is really like a lunatic.

Xia Baozhu got out of the car speechlessly and returned to the shop.