In the living room, the woman's figure paused, she turned back to look at him, her eyes as if they were quenched with icy coldness.
She said coldly, "What did you say?"
He Jianzhou took a deep breath, walked over to her, and said sincerely, "Sis, it doesn't matter if he doesn't love you, I love you..."
A loud "slap" sound echoed, and the entire living room fell into a deathly silence.
"Ah Zhou, did you forget what I told you?" the woman said coldly.
He Jianzhou tilted his head bitterly and said, "I remember."
"It's good that you remember, I don't want to hear such words again."
He Jianzhou didn't respond.
The woman looked at his stubborn expression, her hands adorned with bright red nails cupped his face, gently stroking it, her voice softening, "Ah Zhou, be good, whatever you want, I'll give it to you. But for things you shouldn't touch, don't entertain any thoughts, understand? You're always the most sensible one, don't make me angry."
