Meng Xuan knew that as long as he gave Duan Xiaolou a moment's respite, he would be able to escape immediately, and it would be pointless to chase after him. Holding a ball of fire in his heart, he turned back to look at his little wife, who had been lightly beaten by Duan Xiaolou to the point where her hairpin was fading and her sideburns were loose and her cheeks were flushed with red, and swiftly struck out, stretching out his arm and stopping her from her waist, slamming her straight ...