Gong Jue looked at the unconscious man on the ground in annoyance. He was extremely displeased -- hmph, did he think that he couldn’t see through the little tricks that Beigong Mingtian had hidden in his heart? Did this brat think that he would have a chance to split one of the seven-sevens just because he saw two?
Ptui, no way!
Even if there were ten, a hundred, a hundred, a trillion seven-sevens, he would still firmly encircle them by his side. He wouldn’t give any of them to those bastards who harbored ill intentions, hmph!
But then again, the feeling of having a man dressed as a seven by his side and a woman dressed as a seven by his side was F * cking amazing.
What kind of coquettish operation was this stupid woman doing? Was she a clone? Why didn’t he know about it? !
No, he had to interrogate her properly under the covers at night!
When he saw Gong Jue diss Beigong Mingtian in displeasure, he even said that Beigong Mingtian wasn’t worthy of being a man.
