"Why the hell didn't you say so earlier."
Startled beyond belief, Liu Zhixuan spun and slapped out.
Assistant: ???
At this moment, the assistant's inner world was collapsing.
I wanted to say it before, but you slapped me.
Now I've finished talking, and you damn well slapped me again. Did I dig up your ancestors' graves in a past life?
The assistant was speechless!
"What the hell are you still standing there for? Get the car, bring that bastard here to apologize." Liu Zhixuan raged once more.
Hospital!
Liu Jue lay on the sofa, his expression extremely gloomy!
Thinking of that one-minute Aston Martin, his heart trembled.
"Scumbag, scumbag!" Liu Jue clenched his fist, then turned to a young man beside him and said: "Is there any way to take that kid out?"
Originally, he thought he could easily handle the pretty-boy called Zhang Fan.
But now, he had become the biggest joke.
Over at the Tianyu Club, those bastards must be laughing their teeth off now.
