C877 Son of a B Tch(2)

And then...

Yu Fanghua tore the wedding dress on that woman's body into pieces bit by bit to vent her anger, "Ssss - Ssss - Ssss -" The sound was exceptionally ear-piercing in Su Mo's ears. However, she did not stop it, nor did she want to stop it. Of course, she couldn't stop him either.

The next day.

When he woke up, it was already noon.

In the corridor