"Fuck, something happened!"
Flathead on the car suddenly exclaimed.
The curly-haired man, referred to as "Young Master Luo," was on a phone call and turned to look in the direction Flathead was pointing, only to see Wang Shiwen slapping Zhao Man to tears. He also exclaimed, "Fuck."
An indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone: "What now?"
Curly-haired man came to his senses and said with a strange expression: "Old Bai, your specially brewed liquor really picks its drinkers; that girl surnamed Wang looks so frail, yet she just made Zhao Man cry."
The indifferent voice on the phone immediately showed some interest: "Interesting, send me your location, I'll come now, haha really fucking intriguing."
"Whale Hotel, you better come fast. Fu Xueyi from the Fu Family is here too..."
"Fuck, I hate her the most, I'm not coming."
"…you fucker!"
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