"People like you are just wasting air by being alive," Wang Daniu at that moment was like Satan incarnate, his aura so chilling it made people shiver without the cold.
Zhou Chunfeng stood frozen in place, not daring to move, her face ashen, lips trembling but no sound could be heard.
On the other hand, Han Lei, having just dressed, ran out barefoot, her white feet flashing. When she saw the chaos outside, her face changed completely.
Having just experienced an intimate moment, Han Lei naturally knew how formidable Wang Daniu was – he seemed never to tire, ceaselessly demanding from her.
Han Lei hadn't tasted such an extraordinary man in a long time either.
But she had never imagined that Wang Daniu could strike someone from a distance – not only did he knock Huang Tianba to the ground with a single punch, but he even knocked down a wall, displaying an utterly masculine spirit.
Thinking about it, Han Lei, shining with oil, was starry-eyed looking at Wang Daniu.
