Thick black smoke still seemed to be complaining to its master Xuanyuan Wuji in front of the TV cabinet, witnessing the once impeccable home turned into complete disarray just three seconds ago, the Lord of Demon City, Xuanyuan Wuji, internally rejected the scene before him.
Suppressing various discomforts in his heart, the big boss of Xuanyuan Corporation, with a twitching forehead vein, let out a long sigh and then glanced at the culprit, Empress Shangguan Linlang, who hung her head low for doing wrong, not daring to say a word, this violence-prone woman.
"Linda, what on earth happened here? What did the TV ever do to you? Just tell me, and I'll take your side, girls shouldn't always be so angry, you know it's bad for aging, right?"
If the TV could have its own consciousness, it would definitely curse its disreputable owner Xuanyuan Wuji to high heavens—bloody hell, I'm just an inanimate object, how could I possibly offend this irritable lady, ah, ah.
