At the same time, a single thought exploded in their minds: this isn't just strong—this is downright fierce and overpowering...
Bloody violence is nothing compared to this...
It's downright terrifying.
They all looked fearfully at the table and the wooden board broken on the ground. Such a thick wooden board, broken with ease. If it landed on them, their small frames wouldn't have stood a chance.
Where did Zhu Jiajia find such a terrifying relative?
Gu Tong casually raised her index finger, forcefully holding Zhao Siyu's chin, and said word by word, "Young Master Zhao, tell me, am I your ideal type?"
Wei Jian'an: "..."
Zhu Jiajia: "..."
All the other young masters: "..."
If Zhao Siyu likes this type, he must be insane. This kind could kill him any minute.
However, the unexpected always happens quickly.
Zhao Siyu's eyes burned with intensity, not even feeling afraid, and he declared firmly, "Yes!"
Wei Jian'an: "..."
Zhu Jiajia: "..."
All the other young masters: "..."
