Zhan Lichuan touched his nose awkwardly.
To be honest, by standing in the other person's shoes, his wife's enemies should all have patience.
He had a feeling that all of her enemies wouldn't die by getting killed.
Instead, it was highly likely that they would die from getting a heart attack.
Luke's situation seemed urgent, but she ended his call twice.
Luke was staring at his phone, which turned dark once again. He was already injured, and after being provoked, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Looking at the blood on his hand, Luke was confused.
He never understood how someone could die from being angry, and he always thought that this would never happen to him.
However, reality had proven that it was because he hadn't met someone who could do it yet.
Well, this woman…
Ahhh! It was pissing him off!
