Looking at the metal baseball bat smashing fiercely on Sun Li's head with fierce wind, Xiaohu's face showed a triumphant look. He did not care what impact this action would have on Sun Li, nor did he care what the stick went down. If it was an ordinary person, it would be death or injury. He just felt happy and unusual and dared to fight them, that is. Court death! Anyway, if something happens at home, you can put things right.

The second generation of the purple-haired rich tiger, known as Xiaohu, had a fierce smile on his face, and did not hesitate to smash Sun Li with all his...