Ignoring her tear-streaked, nearly embarrassed delicate face, the male god's voice was like hellfire: "The one who will regret is you!"
Ling Weixuan spoke with venom: "You really will regret it, if you leave this room now."
Hearing this, Lu Zhanbei said no more, pressing his thin lips together tightly as he strode directly to the door, then pulled it open with force...
Knowing that Ling Weixuan was not one to joke about such matters.
But Lu Zhanbei still underestimated how despicable this woman could be, so when the door swung wide open, dozens of media reporters who had been lying in wait outside surged forward at once.
And then there was a fierce snapping of photos of him and the scantily clad Ling Weixuan behind him...
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Cold, cold, cold...
So cold!
Her consciousness was still hazy, but all her senses clearly registered only one thing, and that was cold.
