C396 Art of deceit

When Wang Defu came back to his senses, the rose petals on the ground had already been destroyed to the point that it was a tragic sight to behold, the gigantic heart-shaped rose had already been sent to the front desk as a prop.

His body trembled from anger, and the flesh on his body swayed, like layers and layers of ripples. He pointed at Ye Chen, unable to even speak properly