When An Zicheng stepped out of the shower, he was in good spirits, whistling cheerfully. Yet, the moment he pushed open the door of his bedroom, he was met with a punch to his face, as heavy as a sandbag!
"So it turns out..." The girl's voice was laced with thick fury, "You are that unscrupulous, goddamned author!"
An Zicheng: "???"
The man, inexplicably on the receiving end of a punch, was shocked to see the bright character profiles on his computer screen and his face instantly turned pale.
He lowered his head to see his cousin's face, dark as a pot bottom.
"Tha-that... Yeran girl, le-let me explain, I didn't mean to—" incorporate your name into it!
Before he could finish his sentence, another punch landed on him!
"An—Zi—cheng! You bastard!"
"It's you who gave Lu Xiu such a tragic past! You're the one who made him jump off the building! You made him succumb before things started to get better! Who writes novels like this?!"
An Zicheng: "!!!"
He was wronged!
