"Who are you? Please leave. You're scaring my beloved," Brother Storm said pretentiously, acting as if he deeply loved and cared for A Yan, when in truth he was nothing more than a hypocritical scoundrel.
Yet his performance immediately drew the envy of many women. They shot angry looks at the men beside them, compared the difference between the two, and felt their fury rise. One after another, they stomped on their own men's feet, drawing pained cries from quite a few men.
It had to be said, these two really were a match made in heaven. It would be against all reason if they did not get married—one was a sanctimonious hypocrite, while the other was venomous, sinister, greedy, and fake.
If these two were not a couple, who could be? This was called masters trading blows, every move lethal...
Little Kalamee Luo Yan had actually come forward with a heart full of sincere love. If he did not die, who would? It would be against all reason if a simp like him did not die.
"Heh heh, good. Very good," Luo Yan said, raising a trembling hand to point at the shameless pair. He had never expected things to turn out like this. He hated it. He was unwilling to accept it!
"Security! Security! Get him out of here! There's a madman trying to steal my beloved! Get him out!" Brother Storm spoke gently. Seeing Luo Yan's eyes turn bloodshot and his entire body shake with rage, the corner of his mouth curled into an imperceptible smile.
Then he slowly bent down and kissed A Yan on the forehead. He gently stroked her beautiful black hair before softly pressing her against his chest.
A Yan timely revealed a sweet smile, but when she looked at Luo Yan, her