You Deserved to Be Shot a Million Times!

Lu Yishan got a fright when she saw his expression and stuttered, "Yesterday… yesterday, Third sister-in-law and I ran into each other at a nearby hotel. I told her that men usually expressed their love for women by sending roses, whereas women usually give chocolates as an expression of their love. So she… she personally made a box for you."

Before Lu Yishan could finish her words, all of a sudden, someone grabbed Yan Rusheng by his collar.

'Thump.' A fist landed hard near the corner of his mouth and blood oozed out from his mouth.

Following this, Jiang Zhuoheng pushed him against the wall. He was exploding with rage and was glaring at him with his vicious-looking eyes. He yelled at him. "Yan Rusheng, you don't deserve Xuxu's love."

After yelling at him, he raised his fist again.

Ming Ansheng and the rest immediately went forward to stop him. "Ah Heng, don't be like this."