Xi Moxiao crouched beside her, waiting for the slap to fall to his face.
"What's wrong?" He frowned his eyebrows and had doubts on his look.
Hearing this, Gu Qingli could not help rolling her eyes and silently took her hand back.
Such a good husband, she was not willing to do it.
"I knew you wouldn't." Xi Moxiao raised a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth. He had expected it would be like this.
With that, he looked up at Uncle Wu, took the boiled eggs, and rolled it on Gu Qingli's beaten face.
"In a minute, it can reduce the swelling." He whispered, and treated Gu Qingli as carefully as if she was a treasure.
"I'm not so vulnerable, and don't be so nervous." Gu Qingli gave him a reassuring look, then slowly closed her eyes, she said, "As for your mother, how do we solve that?"
An Yeqian was not the kind of person to just bluff. Now that she has given them a final ultimatum, she will certainly get her goal.