"What do you mean by this?" As soon as Qin Fen got out of the car, he encountered Song Yueqin dry heaving toward him. His eyebrows, already furrowed, now knitted together even tighter.
He had not expected that on the day of his release, Song Yueqin would come to pick him up. In his mind, Song Yueqin had already been labeled a terribly unlucky woman.
If it had not been for the fact that she kicked his manhood so hard, it wouldn't have triggered a series of conflicts afterward.
For a man, there is nothing more precious than the two ounces of flesh between his legs.
Now that those two ounces of flesh had become purely ornamental, whoever it happened to would feel furious.
And yet, this unlucky woman had actually showed up in town to pick him up on the day of his release.
Qin Fen was already unhappy, and now she was dry heaving, nearly covering him in filth—this made Qin Fen even more infuriated.
