On the first day when I became a son-in-law through time travel, my uncle kicked me in the heart and called me a loser who only eats soft food.
He grabbed my collar, sprayed spittle in my face, and asked me why I didn't want to die.
I lowered my head, not letting him see the murderous look in my eyes.
I quickly calculated in my mind: his kicking speed is 0.8 Seconds, his strength is about 120 pounds, and his body has thirteen holes.
As long as I am willing, within three seconds, I can dislocate his neck bones and die here silently.
But I didn't move.
Because I saw my nominal wife, Su Qingyan, standing in the corridor not far away, seemingly twirling her handkerchief in panic, but her eyes seemed to be watching a play that had nothing to do with her.
She is a hundred times more dangerous than this idiot uncle.
