Li Cuicui now had confidence and had figured out the underlying dynamics, so naturally, she was fearless.
As long as the Gu family still relied on Old Seventh, their tolerance for her, his biological mother, would undoubtedly be infinitely magnified.
Looking down at Gu Dashi, Li Cuicui suddenly smiled. "It's not like couples in this village don't fight. Going back and forth, sometimes people strike too hard, and accidental injuries are inevitable.
"Tell me, on this broken body of yours, which part is the most important?"
Feeling her malicious gaze, Gu Dashi panicked. "What are you trying to do? You'll pay with your life if you kill someone."
"Murder—now that's not a bad idea.
"It's just a pity that this old life of yours is still useful. I'll have to tolerate your existence for a few more years."
Jeopardizing Old Seventh's future for such an old geezer was not Li Cuicui's intention.
