"Shopkeeper, let us have a look... the tenant hasn't objected, why are you in such a hurry..." Someone watching was unwilling to leave.
"I don't mind." The middle-aged Fei Xiaohua spoke with a very loud voice.
"I... I object..." Li Mu, tormented beyond belief and even beaten up, was left with nothing... boo hoo...
"If you dare to object, it's because I didn't hit you hard enough..." Fei Xiaohua's fat hand gave him another big slap across the face.
Li Mu was stunned by the slap, feeling a sudden impulse to die.
It wasn't that he wanted to die; with such a great life and youth, why would he want that? He wanted to kill that fat flower!
The Shopkeeper, feeling sorry for the guest, finally chased all the onlookers out of the room and carefully closed the door behind them.
The Shopkeeper wiped his sweat frequently, thinking, my God, to be violated by such a pig, especially for such a handsome young man, is worse than death.
