"Xiao Wu, don't be angry. Be careful not to disturb the baby." Zhao Ming smiled and stepped forward, taking Xiao Wu's soft little hand.
"But I just can't stand him badmouthing you." Xiao Wu pouted and spoke coquettishly.
"Forget it." Zhao Ming shook his head and looked at Tang San, a hint of disdain in his eyes. "Tang San, I won't pursue what happened today. But if you dare come here again, don't blame me for being rude."
"Zhao Ming, stop pretending to be virtuous. Do you think you've won now? No, you won't be the one laughing in the end." Tang San glared hatefully at Zhao Ming. Once he sold those Zhuge Crossbows and gathered enough money to buy materials for making Hidden Weapons, he would be able to create Hidden Weapons with tremendous destructive power. When that time came, Zhao Ming would definitely die.
"You're still talking?" Xiao Wu looked at Tang San, unable to swallow her anger. She was about to go over and beat him up, but Zhao Ming grabbed her.
"Xiao Wu." Tang San looked at the furious Xiao Wu, and his heart stung. He already knew that Xiao Wu belonged to Zhao Ming now—not only her body, but even her heart belonged to Zhao Ming. He no longer held any hope of winning back a whole, pure Xiao Wu.
He did not blame Xiao Wu for any of this.
He only blamed himself for being so weak.
He only blamed Zhao Ming for being so despicable.
"Zhao Ming, I'll make you pay the price. That price is death." Tang San spoke coldly.
"Xiao San, you've disappointed me too much."
An angry female voice came from afar.
Immediately afterward, Tang San coughed up blood and was sent flying.
"Ah!" Tang San cried out miserably in