A sense of schadenfreude surged in Sky Scar's heart. He thought to himself, "Lanlan, isn't it you who looks down on me? Although my power isn't strong enough, at least I look better than Bokes. If you end up having such a husband, you probably won't be too happy."
Sky Scar's judgement was right. At this moment, in the VIP box, if it were not for Madame Oya's restraint, Lanlan would have rushed out.
"Mom, stop holding me back. Look at him, just look at what kind of person he is! He hopes to become my husband with that kind of look, I feel sick looking at him. I want to go out and deal with him myself." Lanlan said angrily, her face turning green and her lips white, she was trembling all over.
