Seeing Sun Zhe poised to leave, Fang Ruoxue glanced at Zhou Yao lying on the bed. A sharp pain arose in her heart, and she pleaded in a begging tone, "Can't you go somewhere else?"
"How about finding a hotel outside? Then you can do whatever you want."
Sun Zhe asked, "Does it make a difference whether we go somewhere else or stay here?"
Fang Ruoxue pressed her lips lightly and remained silent.
Of course, it makes a difference.
Because she wanted to preserve the final line.
Even if she found herself in a quagmire, she still didn't want to be defiled and humiliated by the demon in front of her husband.
Sun Zhe walked to the bedside and stood, brandishing a monstrous weapon with seething murderous intent, and smilingly said, "Sorry, Chairman Fang, if I were in your hands today, I'm sure you wouldn't show me any mercy."
"Had you not sent people to mess with my family, I wouldn't be treating you like this."
"So, come on, Chairman Fang."
