Every time Wang Hao took a step forward, the sound of his "thump thump" footsteps, like thunderous roars, hammered on the delicate hearts of Zheng Jiaqi and Zhao Chen.
Zhao Chen was from Donghua City and had heard of Wang Hao's ruthless methods. He knew the man before him was a devil who killed without blinking an eye.
At this moment, he almost regretted his intestines green. Of all people to provoke, he had to mess with Wang Hao's woman.
Could Wang Hao be a soft persimmon that anyone could knead at will?
Finally, Zhao Chen's fragile heart could no longer bear the burden, and his psychological defenses completely collapsed.
"It's all her doing, it has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with me!"
Zheng Jiaqi never expected her prince charming to be such a coward, and she was dumbfounded for a moment.
"Chen Ge, what are you talking about? It was clearly you..."
"Shut up, you whore!" Zhao Chen didn't let Zheng Jiaqi finish her sentence and hysterically shouted at her.
