"Fuck!" Wei Shaoze gritted his teeth and said, "How could Liu Xueling have fallen for this kid?"
"Don't you know the rule?" Liu Ziheng laughed coldly, "Beautiful women always love scumbags."
"That seems somewhat true," Wei Shaoze nodded.
"Why don't women like us ever get the favor of such beauties?" Liu Ziheng looked helpless. Though there were also quite a few beauties pursuing and fancying them, there were not many supreme beauties like Liu Xueling. She was exactly the type of woman that someone like Liu Ziheng, a rich young master, sought after.
Guo Yi sat on the sofa, his right hand holding a glass of red wine.
The emotional agitation of Liu Xueling contrasted starkly with the cold demeanor of Guo Yi, fueling even greater anger among the onlookers.
Guo Yi took a light sip of his red wine, his expression indifferent, "There is no relationship between you and me."
Whoa!
The crowd was immediately abuzz.
