Lin Shiyu frowned unhappily, she moved around while she was in his arms, wanting to push him away.
Fu Qinglun was not surprised, his face was still calm and he looked at the woman in his arms, discreetly tightening his grip on her.
It hurt.
This man was going to break her waist soon.
What was wrong with him?
Lin Shiyu glared at him but Fu Qinglun looked away and glared at the eminent youth while holding her intimately.
With his cold eyes filled with anger, he narrowed his eyes and spoke like a king, "Mister, my wife has dirtied your shirt, I'll get my secretary to contact you later and compensate your losses."
Although his words were polite, when the youth made eye contact with Fu Qinglun, he could see Fu Qinglun's cold-eyed glare and feel the dark aura he exuded. Terrified, the youth's legs went weak and he felt an overwhelming sense of dread in the pit of his stomach.
