"Haoran, now everyone knows about you getting beaten up. How will you handle the aftermath? Where will you put your face?"
In front of an elder, Li Haoran lowered his head progressively with each word spoken by the elder.
"So many people are laughing at you now. Getting beaten up is one thing, but the photos of you beaten up are everywhere. I can't even suppress it despite spending money. Isn't Tang Renwang's son just an idle playboy? Where did he get such skills?"
After lecturing Li Haoran, the elder began to ponder deeply about where the problem might lie.
"Yeah, the news I received is the same; Tang Rao is just an idle playboy. Where on earth did he get such skills? Grandpa, you have no idea, this dude is bizarre. He can stick to my floor-to-ceiling windows and appear right in front of me. What's even scarier is that he can dodge my bullets directly!"
Too many impossibilities appeared on Tang Rao, adding a myriad of impossibilities to him.
