An Ziqi finally reacted, hurriedly reaching out to pull him, urgently shouting, "Xiao Moli, what are you doing?"
Then she turned to look at Lin Xilu, concernedly asking, "Are you okay? Is there anything wrong?"
"Lin Xilu, you bastard, I knew you had bad intentions. You still dare to think about my wife even now."
As Xiao Moli spoke, he swung his fist toward Lin Xilu again.
Lin Xilu had long been unhappy with Xiao Moli, and not to be outdone, he also swung his fist toward Xiao Moli.
The two instantly got entangled and started fighting.
"Xiao Moli, stop it right now."
An Ziqi shouted from the side, but these two men were stubborn like a mule, and no one listened to her.
Xiao Moli had undergone special training, and Lin Xilu knew some basic martial arts, but he was no match for Xiao Moli. Before long, his face was punched, and the corner of his mouth was bruised and bleeding.
