Lu Tianxing's words showed no mercy, like sharp blades stabbing into Chen Hao's heart, carving it out and leaving it bleeding. Lu Tianxing didn't spare any courtesy, continuing to ruthlessly rub salt into the wound, trampling Chen Hao's dignity completely underfoot.
Upon hearing Lu Tianxing's words, Chen Hao's face turned ashen, his fists unconsciously clenched tightly, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Lu Tianxing, resembling a beast.
"You... what right do you have to criticize me, you're nothing but a kept pretty boy," Chen Hao roared.
"That's right, I am a pretty boy."
