"Wow, hurry up, take it off!" The man standing in the front row felt his breath almost stagnate.
No matter how much he looked down on Luo Qingcheng in his heart, he couldn't hide his desire for her.
This is the kind of woman any man dreams of.
"Yes, just like that, you slut. Take it off... Ah!" The man shouted in excitement, his face contorted, but soon his face truly twisted in pain.
Because a slipper, flying from who knows where, landed harshly on his face with such force that it nearly crushed half of his face.
He let out a painful scream.
This scene immediately silenced the noisy venue.
"Fuck you, who hit me!" The man crawled up from the ground, his mouth full of blood, roaring angrily.
However, nobody saw clearly how the slipper had flown in.
A figure leisurely walked out from backstage, swaggering over to Luo Qingcheng's side and confidently tied up her already loosened belt.
