Zhang Xiaohao held the willow branch and walked over expressionlessly.
"Honey, you must be gentle! My little arms and legs can't withstand your beating! If you hurt me, I won't be able to bear children with you in the future."
"Zhang Xiaohao, you can't be too harsh! I'm a patient, if you hurt me and it triggers my condition, you'll be the murderer!"
Zhao Ling'er and Zhou Yating, both women, spoke with pained expressions.
"Shut up, all of you!" Zhang Xiaohao barked coldly.
Slap!
The willow branch in his hand lashed fiercely through the air.
"Ah!" Two cries of shock simultaneously emitted from the mouths of Zhao Ling'er and Zhou Yating.
The two women involuntarily tensed up, their movements and expressions as if they were enduring immense pain.
"What are you screaming for? I haven't even hit you yet!" Zhang Xiaohao said irritably.
"Honey, why don't we just forget about it? I promise I won't do it again."
"Yes, Zhang Xiaohao, we really won't do it again."
