That Chen Tianjie, such a dog, he doesn't learn his lesson after being slapped in the face just once.
Since he likes being slapped so much, Lin Zhenghui should just grind his face against the floor a few more times.
Get Han Yue'er, that stunning CEO beauty, pull her over and in front of him, give her a French wet kiss, and even grab a handful with his big pig's trotter on her soft behind.
Say to this pissed-off dog, "So delicious. Yue'er said you've been chasing her for years and haven't even held her hand."
"F*ck, Yue'er, are you serious?" Han Yue'er's bestie said as she watched her cooperate with Lin Zhenghui's kiss.
"I've already said, he's my man, and I'm serious," Han Yue'er openly declared her relationship in front of everyone, "Chen Tianjie poisoned my boyfriend's chicken farm, and a compensation of three million yuan isn't considered a rip-off."
"No way, how many chickens does he have to compensate so much money?" they inquired doubtfully about the exaggeration.
