"Although the rib isn't broken, he flew, you know. How strong do you have to be to kick a grown man into the air? Could any of you do that?"
The handsome guys, "..."
Alright, such a woman can only exist in imagination.
Too fierce, boohoo.
On the sofa in the resting area, Lu Huashan and Pei Meirui were watching Xia Weibao, who wandered among the beauties in front, with a look of resentment, just like concubines banished to the Cold Palace.
Especially Lu Huashan, don't even mention her expression; she knew this would happen!
Pei Meirui rested her chin in her hands, looking lovesick, "She's really cool. She'll be my husband in the future."
Zhong Wanshu firmly refused, "No way!"
"Why, are you trying to break up a couple?" Pei Meirui was displeased.
Zhong Wanshu coughed lightly twice, "She's already taken."
"By whom!" Pei Meirui slammed her fist on the sofa, her face full of anger.
By whom!
Who dares to fight her for her husband.
