Who is he?
How could he commit such a foolish mistake, getting himself locked outside the door.
Chad Yakov smirked and easily opened the room door, pushing it forcefully.
"Splash——" The cold water rushing towards him was like turbulent sea waves.
Chad Yakov's hand was still in the door-opening posture, and he was already drenched like a soaked chicken.
His freshly washed hair was draped with two pieces of green vegetable leaves...
His handsome face was frozen purple, with his mouth twitching slightly.
The wicked eyes stared in amazement at Victoria Gibson standing in front of him, still holding the washing basin.
"Rogue!"
Victoria Gibson threw the basin, picked up the prepared rattan next to her, and lashed towards the unsuspecting Chad Yakov.
Her technique was skillful, hitting all the man's painful spots.
Chad Yakov's nerves, which had just calmed down, instantly went berserk again!
"Victoria Gibson, you're murdering your husband!"
