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 did not know if it was her imagination, but she could sense a hint of sarcasm in Feng Heng's words.


  "You think too highly of me. I don't have the ability to make her return to China."


  Feng Sheng's tone was cold as he replied unhurriedly.


  Feng Heng looked at Feng Sheng with a dark gaze. He sized him up and scrutinized him, as if he was trying to find some clues from Feng Sheng's cold expression.


  There were only three people on the square table on the open-air balcony.


  Feng Sheng and Feng Heng's auras had somehow changed.


  Luo Yangyang felt two waves of pressure coming at her from both sides, making her feel a little depressed.


  In the midst of her depression, she did nothing but lower her head and eat bitterly.


  Once again, she could not understand the conversation between Feng Sheng and Feng Heng!


  "Little Sister Feng." While he was in a silent confrontation with Feng Sheng, Feng Heng's attention suddenly fell on Luo Yangyang.


Going to bed