Speaking of these few people, each one of them alone would be the target of women's pursuits, yet in front of these four women, they seriously doubt their own charm.
Han Xiayang's words instantly got the agreement of Young Master Zhao, who was full of grievance in his heart: "Exactly, exactly."
As soon as he started talking, the scar on the corner of his mouth throbbed again, and what gave him more of a headache was how he would go out and face people tomorrow, he'd definitely be laughed to death.
No, no, I must find a perfect excuse for these injuries.
A car accident? Bumped into something accidentally?
Seems like none work; these scars obviously look like they were made by fists.
In an instant, Zhao Tianchen thought of a good way, and that was the hero saves the beauty; of course, the hero would be him, and as for the beauty, it must be that Miss Lan who can punch just as hard as any man.
