While Su Qiao and Feng Han were negotiating back and forth over the registration, the luxurious villa at the foot of a certain mountain had descended into chaos.
"Fuck, this can't be real, can it?"
"Feng Wenlong, you little bastard, you really have AIDS?"
"It's fake, right? Who the fuck is playing a joke on us?"
A few men who had been drinking, singing, and fooling around with women received the same message almost simultaneously.
After reading it, they sprang up from the sofas in an instant, all of them looking panicked.
A beautiful girl carrying a fruit platter had just walked in when her face suddenly turned deathly pale, and the platter in her hands came crashing to the floor.
"No... This can't be..."
She had slept with Young Master Feng just last night.
One of them opened the message on his phone and threw it at her with a sinister look. "It says it clearly in the medical report. How could it be fake?"
"Fuck your mother! You bastard, you infected me?"
The other two were furious as well.
Feng Wenlong did not panic. He looked utterly unconcerned, swirling the wine in his glass. "Did I make you sleep with my women? You were the ones who couldn't control your lower halves. What the hell does that have to do with me?"
Those brothers, who had usually been as close as if they shared the same pair of pants, now wished they could stab Feng Wenlong to death.
"Feng Wenlong, just wait. If I'm infected, I'm not letting you off!"
"Bastard, I'm going to the hospital first. I'll come back and deal with you later."
The three men hurriedly left the villa.
Feng Wenlong sneered. "I'll wait, then. We're all going to die anyway. Do you think I'm