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Wang Xiao's eyes widened as, before he could react, the furious woman lunged toward him. Her fists were balled up, hurtling toward him with alarming speed.

Bam!

They crashed to the ground in a chaotic tangle.

Whoosh!

As they fell to the ground, Amelia's fists began to rain down on Wang Xiao, her movements sharp.

Pfttt....

Despite the onslaught, Wang Xiao couldn't help but chuckle, deftly dodging each strike with a surprising nimbleness.

Inbetween her flurried punches, he chuckled, "Hey hey, do you really want to murder your husband?" His words, light yet tinged with a playful seriousness, seemed to momentarily pierce her fiery veil.

"!"

His words seemed to hit a nerve within Amelia, halting her motions as if someone had pressed pause on her emotions.

Her fists hung suspended in the air, captured delicately by Wang Xiao, who initially looked on with mild amusement.

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