Huo Yunkuang thought to himself, "I had assumed that women fancied by Zheng Fuhua were all third-rate, but it turns out that Lan Kexin in front of me is actually a stunning beauty. No wonder Zheng Fuhua has been after her for so long."
Such a beauty, luckily not tarnished by Zheng Fuhua, otherwise, it would have been such a waste.
He smiled and said, "Since a beauty is pleading on your behalf, just mutilate one of your own legs, and I can pretend I didn't see anything today."
"Mutilate… one leg?!" Lan Kexin turned pale and stood frozen in place.
The bar crowd instantly became noisy, a tumult rising.
"How can this be enough? Just mutilating a leg makes everything okay?"
Zheng Fuhua was very dissatisfied, his bodyguard injured, forced into such an embarrassing situation, and how would he face people in the future?
What's more critical was that his confessions were blocked by Ning Fan twice in a row. How would he succeed with Lan Kexin in the future?
