Han Luoqi was dumbfounded, being hit without knowing how to retaliate, completely stunned.
In his mind, only one sentence kept echoing: It's not the power of the Han Family that made me give up, but her heart isn't with me...
Isn't the person Zhuang Xuejun likes Qi Zhang? Why would he say her heart isn't with him?
Facing Qi Zhang's furious eyes, Han Luoqi's reflex arc extended infinitely, "Do you mean to say that the person Xuejun likes is me?"
"You're a fucking bastard!" Qi Zhang rushed up again, pinned him down, and punched him in the face, "She's your wife, what do you mean by saying that, huh?!"
The pain on his face shocked Han Luoqi awake, and he pushed the person away, "Damn! Do you know how much this face of mine is worth? How dare you hit it!"
Dammit!
How dare he hit the face of a star who makes a living off his looks!
Unforgivable!
Qi Zhang dodged, sat back, and then tossed over a file bag.
