Bo Yucheng squinted his long eyes.
At this moment, his pair of charming amorous eyes were filled with viciousness as he glared at Shao Mingzhe and lifted him up by his collar.
"Who… gave you permission to touch her!?"
The man's voice was slightly husky and a little cold. Even the air around him felt dense.
Bo Yucheng's joints had gone white, and the veins at the back of his hand were popping out. "Haven't I told you not to pester her?"
Shao Mingzhe was a little dazed from the punch.
He blacked out for a while before he regained his senses. He could no longer carry on with his pretense of being a gentleman. "Who the f*ck beat…"
Shao Mingzhe was about to curse when he met Bo Yucheng's vicious and cold gaze. He suddenly lost his voice, and his face became pale. "It's you…"
