He was burning with jealousy, pointing at the single rose in Freya's hand, and sarcastically said, "Freya, this guy is really so cheap, only able to afford one rose, look, I've got a whole bouquet here."
"But our little Freya doesn't care for it."
Little Ding held his woman in his arms with his tall body, and she nestled against him like a small bird. The two of them didn't seem like they were meeting for the first time, they almost didn't need a rehearsal to reach a seamless agreement, jointly smack down the proud and arrogant Young Master Foster.
And that's not all.
Little Ding seemed possessed by a boss, with his demeanor extremely domineering, instructing the bodyguards on the side, "Get rid of this eyesore, our little Freya doesn't want to see him."
"Yes!"
The bodyguards were surprisingly obedient, tightening their grip, showing no mercy, each grabbing one of Alonzo Foster's arms and dragging him away.
