A Slap In the Face will Never be Late

Relying on Song Ci's backing, Han Wangwang was fearless as she continued to smear Han Zhan's name. "Is Little Uncle very self-disciplined and has to exercise every day? He's just afraid of gaining weight. He had a crush on the belle of his class when he was 12 years old, and was rejected when he confessed. The reason is that she doesn't like fat people."

As Han Zhan's dark history was exposed one by one, Song Ci laughed so hard that her shoulders were shaking.

Han Zhan had nothing left to live for. He just wanted to kill Han Wangwang. His tall, mighty, and handsome image in Song Ci's heart had finally collapsed.

Only after Song Ci was done laughing did she finally bear to remove her hand from Han Zhan's mouth.

Han Zhan could finally speak. His dangerous eyes stared straight at Han Wangwang as he said, "What are you wearing? Did you go to a nightclub? I remember your father saying that he will break your legs if you go there again!"