Night had fallen over the Xiangjiang Hotel, in the penthouse presidential suite.
In front of the mirror, Li Junxiu had just applied a medicated plaster and drew in a breath of cool air.
"Son of a bitch..."
Looking at the various scrapes on his body, Li Junxiu couldn't help but recall the humiliations he had suffered during the day.
Anger blazed in his narrow eyes.
She was just a girl who had recently started out, so what if he had people gang up on her?
This Xu Fan, where did he get off lecturing him?
"I must make him understand the consequences of provoking Li Junxiu!"
Considering his public image, it wasn't suitable to retaliate directly, but Li Junxiu wasn't worried.
He had ways!
In today's society, money talks. Over the past years, he had amassed quite a fortune in Huaxia. As long as he was willing to spend, naturally, there were people willing to deal with this loser for him.
