Damn it!
He cursed dejectedly in his heart as Li Changlin quickly picked up Yang Mingzhu and swiftly turned around to dash out of the private room.
"Damn, damn, who the hell is that guy? He actually dared to hit me!" Inside the private room, the man's eyes were blazing with fire. He had barely succeeded when his plans were foiled.
"I don't care who you are, having offended me, Su Jingfeng, you will absolutely die with no place to bury your body!" This man was none other than the son of the Deputy City Lord of Jincheng, Su Yuhai. He had been invited here by Sun Wenli, and it had not been easy for him to drug Yang Mingzhu. Yet out of nowhere, a Cheng Yaojin had appeared, not only ruining his good deed but also slapping him several times.
When had Su Jingfeng ever suffered such a loss in all his life?
Right then, his heart filled with rage, immediately drowning out his rationality.
