Yu Tang subconsciously accepted the black leather jacket from his hand, "Why are you taking off your clothes when you're perfectly fine?"
Lu Xingheng's steps halted, he turned around, squinting at her, "You wouldn't be thinking of something else, would you?"
"Ah!" Yu Tang guiltily pointed at herself, her face the picture of innocence, "How did you know I look at pictures of men with abs."
Lu Xingheng: "..."
He gave a rueful laugh, "We'll discuss this matter in detail later."
She had squeezed these words out through clenched teeth, and Yu Tang silently took a step back, holding the black leather jacket.
Lu Xingheng stepped forward, lifting Yu Wenhuai, his smile cruel, "Old thing, you still have the face to look for her?"
"Bang!"
A punch landed on Yu Wenhuai's face.
Lu Xingheng did not hold back, and with a "Pfft," Yu Wenhuai spat out a mouthful of blood, along with several broken teeth.
Yu Wenhuai's mind was a blur, he didn't even react.