Tian Yuqin was convinced that Long Hao had brought Zhao Yuanzhou here, and her resentment had reached the point where she wanted to kill him immediately.
However, Zhao Yuanzhou kept the long knife in his hand, and Tian Yuqin dared not utter a sound.
It was already past ten o'clock at night when she got home. Tian Yuqin stared at the knife in Zhao Yuanzhou's hand as she entered the living room, occasionally glaring fiercely at Long Hao, who was smoking beside her.
Clang!
Zhao Yuanzhou threw the knife on the ground, lit a cigarette, and said coldly, "Tell me, what are we going to do about this?"
"What are we going to do? You, Zhao, aren't you ashamed enough?" Seeing that Zhao Yuanzhou's tone had softened somewhat, Tian Yuqin's temper flared up again.
"There are no outsiders here, Tian
