In a top-tier club in Zhonghai City, inside a private booth, screams of a woman's agony and Situ Nan's furious curse blasted through the air.
"Can't you see I'm busy here?"
Situ Nan was annoyed—was the person calling him asking for a beating? He quickly grabbed his phone and hung up without checking who it was.
But soon, the call came again. He kept hanging up, yet the phone incessantly rang nonstop.
With his mood spoiled, Situ Nan furiously snapped, "I have to see what this is about!"
Picking up the call, he exploded in a rage, growling, "You better have a damn good reason for me to take this call, or you're waiting to have your mouth torn apart!"
Situ Nan was furious and frustrated, his interest in the beauty beneath him completely extinguished.
So, he waited for the other party to speak. If it wasn't anything urgent, he wouldn't mind smashing them to bits!
