He would have sent everyone to Hell if the person whose gown was split open tonight was Shen Yan.
Just then, Zhao Yu looked at Fu Hang curiously and inquired, "How do you plan on handling this matter?"
When Fu Hang heard his voice, he looked at Zhao Yu with an impatient face and asked in return, "Why are you still here?"
Zhao Yu was rendered speechless by his bluntness.
"Don't follow me." Fu Hang glanced at Zhao Yu frigidly. He retracted his gaze indifferently after seeing that Zhao Yu had compromised.
His world finally quietened down with no fly-like people around him.
Fu Hang headed to the balcony on the second floor. He somehow remembered how Shen Yan looked in her dark green evening gown. Although it was a simple dress, it made her stand out.
She had changed a lot. There was no longer a fawning smile on her face, and her whole body emitted a confident glow.
This kind of Shen Yan made him even more infatuated.
