Yang Yiting's words were very soft and slow, and there was always a slight smile on her lips, but the words that came out of her mouth were like sharp knives, stabbing hard at Wan Yan Lu's heart. He was instantly furious.
"That's so bold of you, who are you calling names?" Wan Yan Lu had always been narrow-minded, self-respecting, and had never been so humiliated by anyone. He glared at Yang Yiting, his eyes were terrifyingly distorted, and in a fit of rage, he suddenly stood up and rushed towards Yang Yiting.
However, before he could make a move, he was slanted out by a fierce palm wind.
With a loud booming sound, Wan Yan Lu fell heavily into the chair on the side. Before he could regain his senses, he heard a cold and chilling voice coming from the door.
"Wan Yan Lu, I see that you not only want to be trashy, but also want to be dead!"
