Yang Yang Yang

Tang Hao was an honest man making an honest living, but despite all his honesty and kindness, life often looked the other way. Even when he stood up for a man in the streets, he ended up being beaten to a pulp and the man he stood up for? He disappeared. That left Tang Hao with nothing to prove and a hefty medical bill blowing through his savings. However, while he lay unconscious in the hospital, he could feel a warmth coming from the jade pendent he wore as it began to feed him with a trove of priceless information. Now discharged, and still armed with the same naivety and honesty, what will our village peasant do with this newfound power? Will he go on to conquer the hearts of a hundred women? Will he defeat the mightiest crime lords? Only time will tell, but for now, fate has many whimsical plans for Tang Hao.

Sir President, Your Stamina is Amazing!

  Luo Yangyang wanted to remind Feng Yihan that the water was hot, but before she could finish her sentence, she saw the cup flying toward her.


  She was so shocked that she cursed in a low voice. She rolled sideways and quickly rolled to the side. Her small body was as agile as a small wild leopard.


  If she was really scalded, she would be disfigured.


  After Luo Yangyang dodged the attack, Feng Yihan shouted again.


  Feng Yihan's voice was too miserable.


  Luo Yangyang, who was half-lying on the sofa, quickly turned around and widened her eyes. 


  The hot water splashed on the sofa and made a small patch wet. The glass bounced on the soft edge of the sofa and fell on Feng Yihan's feet.


  Feng Yihan was wearing a pair of black ankle boots, and the water in the cup was poured into her ankle boots.


  Pa! The other was the sound of a glass cup falling to the ground.


Boohoo...