Fang Bohao never dreamed that something like this would happen, that he would be beaten up so badly.
After all, he was Fang Bohao, the prestigious second young master of the Fang Family in Jiangnan City.
But now, it was just a matter of stealing some nobody's wife. According to the script, within a few days, Lin Ziyan should have been lured into his hands successfully. It shouldn't have turned out like this.
Seeing Fang Bohao silent, Liu Mang got annoyed, "What's the matter, playing dead, aren't you? Do you want me to give you a couple of slaps to wake you up a bit?"
Fang Bohao got such a fright that he hastily said, "Don't, please don't. If you hit me again, my face will be totally ruined."
Liu Mang said, "What about my mental anguish compensation, are you going to pay it or not?"
"I'll pay, of course, I'll pay. But is two million really appropriate?" Fang Bohao didn't want to give a single penny, not to mention twenty million; that would be the death of him.
