Repeated Humiliation

Repeated Humiliation

Wang Feifan took several steps back. Shen Wuxiao was definitely behind this. Definitely.

He let go, wanting to persuade Ran Xiaobo to listen to his explanation.

The moment he opened his mouth, Ran Xiaobo's head nearly exploded.

"Eight hundred soldiers charged up North Slope; I want to violate Ran Xiaobo."

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"Holy crap, you bastard! Say that again!" Ran Xiaobo's scalp went numb.

He actually wanted to stir up his own shit!

Wang Feifan felt incomparably miserable.

His gaze swept around, and he spotted a man wearing a mask and sunglasses.

Dressed in a trench coat, he stood there calmly.

That handsome—there was no need to guess who it was.

Unable to endure it any longer, he raised a hand and pointed at Shen Wuxiao, trembling all over.

"Shen Wuxiao, it's you again! You again! You're fucking bullying people too much!"

"You think I'll fall for your tricks again? Last time you wore a mask too, and now you're doing it again!"

"What exactly do you want?!"

Wang Feifan was on the verge of a complete breakdown.

Ever since coming to the Imperial Capital, he had been like a clown.

Getting toyed with again and again.

Hearing Wang Feifan's words, everyone looked over.

This idiot really had guts, daring to speak to Young Master Shen like that.

Ran Xincheng, who had been spacing out with an air of complete indifference, was drawn over as well.

Because she had heard Shen Wuxiao's name.

Why had she been in a daze? Wasn't it because of that guy?

He had actually hugged her that morning.

It had left her distracted all day.

Now that she saw Shen Wuxiao standing there in sunglasses and a mask, she became somewhat flustered too.

Having been recognized, Shen Wuxiao slowly took off his sunglasses and